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His harp was carved and cunning, As the Celtic craftsman makes, Graven all over with twisting shapes Like many headless snakes. HIS HARP WAS CARVED AND CUNNING AS THE CELTIC CRAFTSMAN MAKES GRAVEN ALL OVER WITH TWISTING SHAPES LIKE MANY HEADLESS SNAKES
 ere then, I know where you will be." And shouldering suddenly his spear He faded like some elfin fear, Where the tall pines ran up, tier on tier Tree overtoppling tree. He shouldered his spear at morning And laughed to lay it on, But he leaned on his spear as on a staff, With might and little mood to laugh, Or ever he sighted chick or calf Of Colan of Caerleon. For the man dwelt in a lost land Of boulders and broken men, In a great grey cave far off to the south Where a thick green forest stopped the mouth, Giving darkness in his den. And the man was come like a shadow, From the shadow of Druid trees, Where Usk, with mighty murmurings, Past Caerleon of the fallen kings, Goes out to ghostly seas. Last of a race in ruin-- He spoke the speech of the Gaels; His kin were in holy Ireland, Or up in the crags of Wales. But his soul stood with his mother's folk, That were of the rain-wrapped isle, Where Patrick and Brandan westerly Looked out at last on a landless sea And the sun's last smile. CH STONE THOUGH I BE IN THE DUST ERE THEN I KNOW WHERE YOU WILL BE AND SHOULDERING SUDDENLY HIS SPEAR HE FADED LIKE SOME ELFIN FEAR WHILE THE TALL PINES RAN UP TIER ON TIER TREE OVER TOPPLING TREE HE SHOULDERED HIS SPEAR AT MORNING AND LAUGHED TO LAY IT ON BUT HE LEANED ON HIS SPEAR AS ON A STAFF WITH MIGHT AND LITTLE MOOD TO LAUGH OR EVER HE SIGHTED CHICK OR CALF OF COLIN OF CARLEON FOR THE MAN DWELT IN A LOST LAND OF BOULDERS AND BROKEN MEN IN A GREAT CAVE FAR OFF TO THE SOUTH WHERE THICK GREEN FOREST STOPPED THE MOUSE GIVING DARKNESS IN HIS DEN AND THE MAN WAS COME LIKE A SHADOW FROM THE SHADOW OF DRUID TREES WHERE US WITH MIGHTY MURMURINGS PAST CARLION OF THE FALLEN KINGS GOES OUT TO THE GHOSTLY SEAS LAST OF A RACE IN RUIN HE SPOKE THE SPEECH OF THE GALES HIS KIN WERE IN HOLY IRELAND OR UP IN THE CRAGS OF WALES BUT HIS SOUL STOOD WITH HIS MOTHER'S FOLK THAT WERE OF THE RAIN WRAPPED ISLE WHERE PATRICK AND BRANDON WESTERLY LOOKED OUT AT LAST ON A LANDLESS SEA AND THE SUN'S LAST SMILE
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