<> Ferg054 Deirdre Linen Hall Library 1880 Linen Hall Library Thursday, February 4, 2016 TIFF Ferg054 Manuscript Sun, Wind, Chambers English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg054 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg054_0.jpg LHL Archive ´╗┐BUINO. That is renowned Crevilly's sacred ash, And they beneath it are its worshippers Small the return their worship's like to bring, Made to dead wood and early-dropping leaves. DEIRDRE. Thou deemest, then, there is no God in it ? BUINO. No more than in the fountain or the earn, The pillar-circle or the standing stone, Where other worshippers perform their rounds. DEIRDRE Nor in the sun, or wind, or elements ? BUINO. No more DEIRDRE But thou believest in the Gods Who, whether present under forms of things Perceptible to sense, or whether lodged Apart in secret chambers of the air, Take notice of the impious acts of men As murders, treasons, lovers' broken vows ? BUINO. Sunshine and dew fall equal on the fields Of this man and of that : the thunderbolt Strikes, indiscriminating, good and bad. DEIRDRE. How, then, oblige men to the oaths they swear ? BUINO, Each nation has its proper swearing-Gods, Whom invocating, if one speak the Ue, Being found out, he's punishable here. DEIRDRE. But there ? BUINO I know not : I was never there, Nor ever yet met anyone who was But all these things may be as thou hast said. I know not : but allow it possible. DEIRDRE. Oh ! yonder see the lake in prospect fair, It lies beneath us like a polished shield. Ah, me ! methinks, I could imagine it Cast down by some despairing deity. Flying before the unbelief of men. There, in the vale below, a river clear Runs by a mounded mansion steep and strong Know'st thou the name and story of the place ? BUINO. 'Tis called Rathmore, and nothing more know I. Ulan belike has got some old romance, Passing with poets for its history Text