Is the Island of Content?’
‘None know,’ she said;
And on my bosom laid her weeping head.
BOOK III
THE WANDERINGS OF OISIN
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke,
Is the Island of Content?’
‘None know,’ she said;
And on my bosom laid her weeping head.
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke,