<> Conary Linen Hall Library 1880 Linen Hall Library Saturday, March 12, 2016 TIFF Ferg018 Manuscript Syrian, Erin, Bees English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg018 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg018_2.jpg LHL 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 Text