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42 CARRAIG-THURA.
Like a ragwort's top in the wind." 165
" Has my hero returned from battle ?
Where, my love, hast thou left thy friends ?
I heard of thy death on the hill ;
I heard, and my spirit was sad."
"I have, maid of soft eyes, returned ; 170
I alone have returned of chiefs ;
They'll be seen no more on the hill ;
I have raised their graves on the field.
But why art thou up there alone,
By thyself, on the mountain-side ? " 175
" Alone I am, Silric, indeed !
Low, alone, in the wintry house.
Through grief for my lover I fell ;
I am pale within the grave, Silric ! "
She fled like a shadow in wind, 180
Like mist on the heather in gloom.
" Wilt thou stay not, shadowy Binn-bheul ?
Stay, and see my tears, I am wretched.
Beautiful is thy form in mist ;
Living, thou wast beautiful, Binn-bheul. 185
" I shall sit beside a cold well,
In wind on the top of the hill.
At mid-day, when stillness is round,
Speak thou, my beloved, in the heath.
Then come thou, Binn-bheul, on the wind, 190
On the breeze in the tufts of rocks ;
Let me hear thy voice, and thou near,
At mid-day and stillness around."
Amid joy in the hall of men,
It was thus Cronan raised the song. 195