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CATH-LODUINN.
DUAN III.
Whence issued the tilings that have been ?
When shall closed be the passing time?
Where shall Time its two ends conceal?
In mist that is settled and deep —
Its sides marked with the deeds of heroes. 5
My sight is on the ages gone ;
Seen but dimly is what hath been,
Like the feeble rays of the moon
Slanting on a pool in a glen.
Here they rise in lightning of battle ; 10
There in weakness dwell without joy,
Together they stamp not their deeds
Upon Time that after them moves.
Thou that dwellest among the shields,
That dost raise souls of chiefs from grief — 15
Thou sweet harp from Cona of storms,
From the wall come down to my side ;
Come, delay not, with thy three voices