THE DEATH OF LEAG. CUCHULAIN'S CHARIOTEER
CONALL
"I only heard the loud ebb on the sand,
The high ducks talking in the chilly sky.
The voices that you fancied floated by
Were wind notes, or the whisper on the trees.
But you are still so full of war's red din,
You hear impatient hoof-beats up the land
When the sea's changing, or a lisping breeze
Is playing on the waters of the linn."
LEAG
"I hear Cuchulain's voice, and Emer's voice,
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