Yet night will soon resign her place to day,
But my protracted woe must last for aye.
The Gaelic of the last four lines runs thus:—
Dh’aom an òiche le neoil,
Thuit an ceo air an lear;
Sinblaidh an oiche ’s an ceo,
Ach tha mise ri m’ bheo gun ghean.
The remaining poems are: The Burning of Taura; Calava; and The Death of Art. A very much quoted and admired passage which occurs in the lay of Taura is here given:—
AISLING AIR DHREACH MNA.