MAEVE OF THE BATTLES
I have seen Maeve of the Battles wandering over the hill,
And I know that the deed that is in my heart is her deed,
And my soul is blown about by the wild wind of her will,
For always the living must follow whither the dead would lead—
I have seen Maeve of the Battles wandering over the hill.
I would dream a dream at twilight of ease and beauty and peace—
A dream of light on the mountains, and calm on the restless sea;
A dream of the gentle days of the world when battle shall cease