'TWAS just before the truce sang thro' the din Caoilte, the thin man, at the war's red end Leaned from the crooked ranks and saw his friend Fall in the farther fury; so when truce Halted advancing spears the thin man came And bending by pale Oscar called his name; And then he knew of all who followed Finn, He only felt the cool of Gavra's dews. And Caoilte, the thin man, went down the field To where slow water moved among the whins, And sat above a pool of twinkling fins To court old memories of the Fenian men, Of how Finn's laugh at Conan's tale of glee Brought down the rowan's boughs on Knocnaree, And how he made swift comets with his shield At moonlight in the Fomar's rivered glen. And Caoilte, the thin man, was weary now, And nodding in short sleeps of half a dream: There came a golden barge down middle stream, And a tall maiden coloured like a bird Pulled noiseless oars, but not a word she said. And Caoilte, the thin man, raised up his head And took her kiss upon his throbbing brow, And where they went away what man has heard? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARMOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PRELUDE TO A FAIRY TALE by EDITH SITWELL DEAR ELIZABETH: (FOR ELIZABETH DIFIORE) by KAREN SWENSON MY MOTHER'S BIBLE by GEORGE POPE MORRIS SONNET: 55 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |