No! some shall have shelter in caves and rocks,
And the deep sea shall be mine.
Baffled by me shall the Dane return,
And here shall his torch in the temple burn,
Until that holy man shall plough
The waves from Innisfail.[93]
His sail is on the deep e’en now,
And swells to the southern gale.”
“Ah! knowest thou not, my bride,”
The holy Aodh said,