Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis
Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis
Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis
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Green rushes, and beneath their heads the down<br />
Of wounded men's soft pillows. Then the skilled<br />
Professors of the art of healing came<br />
To tend them and to cure them through the night.<br />
But they for all their skill could do no more,<br />
So numerous and so dangerous were the wounds,<br />
The cuts, and clefts, and scars so large and deep,<br />
But to apply to them the potent charms<br />
Of witchcraft, incantations, and barb spells,<br />
As sorcerers use, to stanch the blood and stay<br />
The life that else would through the wounds escape:--<br />
Of every charm of witchcraft, every spell,<br />
Of every incantation that was used<br />
To heal Cuchullin's wounds, a full fair half<br />
Over the Ford was westward sent to heal<br />
Ferdiah's hurts: of every sort of food,<br />
And sweet, intoxicating, pleasant drink<br />
The men of Erin to Ferdiah sent,<br />
He a fair moiety across the Ford<br />
Sent northward to Cuchullin where he lay,<br />
Because his own purveyors far surpassed<br />
In number those the Ulster chief retained.<br />
For all the federate hosts of Erin were<br />
Purveyors to Ferdiah, with the hope<br />
That he would beat Cuchullin from the Ford.<br />
The Bregians only were Cuchullin's friends--<br />
His sole purveyors--and their wont it was<br />
To come to him, and talk with him at night.<br />
They rested there that night. Next morn they rose,<br />
And to the Ford of battle forward came.<br />
That day a great, ill-favoured, lowering cloud<br />
Upon Ferdiah's face Cuchullin saw.<br />
"Badly," said he, "dost thou appear this day,<br />
Ferdiah, for thy hair has duskier grown<br />
This day, and a dull stupour dims thine eyes,<br />
And thine own face and form, and what thou wert<br />
In outward seeming have deserted thee."<br />
"'Tis not through fear of thee that I am so,"<br />
Ferdiah said, "for Erin doth not hold<br />
This day a champion I could not subdue."