Cuchulain's
Fight
With The Sea ~ William Butler yeats ~ |
A Man came slowly from
the setting sun,
To Emer, raddling raiment in her dun, And said, 'I am that swineherd whom you bid Go watch the road between the wood and tide, But now I have no need to watch it more.' |
Then Emer cast
the web upon the floor,
And raising arms all raddled with the dye, Parted her lips with a loud sudden cry. That swineherd stared upon her face and said, 'No man alive, no man among the dead, Has won the gold his cars of battle bring.' 'But if your master comes home triumphing
Why must you blench and shake
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Thereon he shook
the more and
cast him down Upon the web-heaped floor, and cried his word: 'With him is one sweet-throated like a bird.' 'You dare me to my face,' and thereupon
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'I have long
waited, mother, for that word:
But wherefore now?' 'There is a man to die; You have the heaviest arm under the sky.' 'Whether under its daylight or its
stars
'Yet somewhere under starlight or
the sun
'I only ask what way my journey lies, For He who made you bitter made you wise.' |
'The Red Branch camp
in a great company
Between wood's rim and the horses of the sea. Go there, and light a camp-fire at wood's rim; But tell your name and lineage to him Whose blade compels, and wait till they have found Some feasting man that the same oath has bound.' Among those feasting men Cuchulain
dwelt,
At last Cuchulain spake, 'Some man
has made
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He bade me let
all know he gives his name
At the sword-point, and waits till we have found Some feasting man that the same oath has bound.' Cuchulain cried, 'I am the only man Of all this host so bound from childhood on.' |
After short fighting
in the leafy shade,
He spake to the young man, 'Is there no maid Who loves you, no white arms to wrap you round, Or do you long for the dim sleepy ground, That you have come and dared me to my face?' 'The dooms of men are in God's hidden place.' |
'Your head a while
seemed like
a woman's head That I loved once.' Again the fighting sped, But now the war-rage in Cuchulain woke, And through that new blade's guard the old blade broke, And pierced him. 'Speak before you r breath is done.' 'Cuchulain I, mighty Cuchulain's son.' |
'I put you from your
pain. I can no more.'
While day its burden on to evening
bore,
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The Druids took them
to their mystery,
And chaunted for three days; Cuchulain stirred, Stared on the horses of the sea, and heard The cars of battle and his own name cried; And fought with the invulnerable tide. |
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