Was heard the music of the birds of snow:
Young, for amid the bright-eyed tuneful Gael
The sorrows of the snowy-breasted four
Are told again to-day, and shall be told
Long as the children of Milesius last
To people Banba’s hills and pleasant vales.”
The Three Sorrows of Story-Telling:
“The Children of Lir,”
trs. by Dr. Douglas Hyde.