Item Dublin Coretag:https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/node/%25/atom2026-04-06T17:30:14+01:00adminniwa@bt48.com528Ferg018Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15ConaryLinen Hall Library1880Linen Hall LibrarySaturday, March 12, 2016TIFFFerg018ManuscriptSyrian, Erin, BeesEnglishhttps://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg018Linen Hall LibraryLinen Hall LibraryAttribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SAhttps://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg018_2.jpgLHL Archive" Three brave youths I saw ;
Three brothers, as I judge Their mantles wide
Were all of Syrian silk ; and needle-work
Of gold on every hem. With ivory combs
They smoothed the shining ridges of their hair
That spread and rippled to their shoulder-tips,
And moved with every motion of their brows.
A slender, tender boy beside them slept,
His head in one attendant's lap, his feet
In lap of other one ; and, couched beside,
A hound I saw, and heard him ' Ossar ' called."
" Whose be these Syrian silks shall soon be mine.
Oh Ferragon } and wherefore weep'st thou, say ? "
" Alas, too well I know them ; and I weep
To think that where they are, he must be near
Their father, Conary, himself, the king :
And woe it is that he whose infant lips
Suck'd the same breast as ours, should now be there ! "
" What, Conary, the arch-king of the realm
Of Erin here ? Say, sawest thou there a king ? "
" I know not if a king ; but one I saw
Seated apart : before his couch there hung
A silver broidered curtain ; grey he was,
Of aspect mild, benevolent, composed.
A cloak he wore of colour like the haze
Of a May morning when the sun shines warm
On dewy meads and fresh-ploughed tillage land,
Variously beautiful, with border broad
Of golden woof that glittered to his knee
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