Of the vast, primeval ranges, death-engirdled, shunned of men,
Over virgin seas to Erin led our race.
Mananaan, great lord of Ocean—he whose fair domain outspread
Wheresoever tides foam-flowered to the moon’s high mandate move,
Aengus, clothed in youth immortal, on immortal ardors fed,
Who of old in golden Brugh reigned lord of Love.
And his name a knightly pennon on the ramparts of the world,
And his fame a fire unfailing on Time’s utmost purple height,
Erin’s peerless gage of courage to the vaunting ages hurled—
Sunward evermore Cuchulain holds his flight.