The Wanderings of Oisin - Paperback

by William Butler Yeats (Author)

NOW, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, without sound, The youth and lady and the deer and hound; "Gaze no more on the phantoms, ' Niamh said, And kissed my eyes, and, swaying her bright head And her bright body, sang of faery and man