Then once more Ulad spoke.
“O woman, that heeded no bitter prayer which I made, but at the last came only as a she-wolf to the wolf, farewell!”
And with that a wind-eddy scattered the white flowers upon the deerskins, and they wavered hither and thither, and some were stained by the pale wandering fires of a rainbow that drifted over that place, then as now the haunt of these cloudy splendours, forever woven there out of sun and mist.
At noon, the seafarers came towards the grianân with songs, and offerings.
But Ulad was not there.
ULA AND URLA
“Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!
You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled
Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring
The bell that calls us on: the sweet far thing.