When an aged man of majestic height
Entered the temple door.
Hushed was the revellers’ sound,
They were struck as mute as the dead,
And their hearts were appalled by the very sound
Of his footstep’s measured tread.
Nor word was spoken by one beholder,
While he flung his white robe back on his shoulder
And stretching his arm—as eath
Unriveted Aodh’s bands,