Lays of the red branch . Sons of , a Brother of the Red , Son of , Wife of , her —First century. Scene—Glen Etive in Scotland toEmania in Ulster. SCENE OPENS AT GLEN ETIVE, IN SCOTLAND. Deirdre, Naisi. DEIRDRE. IHOURT sad. NAISI. Not sad. DEIRDRE. Say not thou art not sad,Else I, more sad, shall say thou lovest me not. NAISI. I love thee, Deirdre; ever: only DEIRDRE. 37 DEIRDRE. Whence, then, that naughty knitting of the browAnd turning of the eye away from mine ? NAISI. Not wholly sadness ; but I own at timesMy m


Lays of the red branch . Sons of , a Brother of the Red , Son of , Wife of , her —First century. Scene—Glen Etive in Scotland toEmania in Ulster. SCENE OPENS AT GLEN ETIVE, IN SCOTLAND. Deirdre, Naisi. DEIRDRE. IHOURT sad. NAISI. Not sad. DEIRDRE. Say not thou art not sad,Else I, more sad, shall say thou lovest me not. NAISI. I love thee, Deirdre; ever: only DEIRDRE. 37 DEIRDRE. Whence, then, that naughty knitting of the browAnd turning of the eye away from mine ? NAISI. Not wholly sadness ; but I own at timesMy mind is fretted with impatienceOf longer exile in these Alban wilds. DEIRDRE. And, wretched me ! I am the cause of it. NAISI. Think not I would reproach thee. Weret to do Again, again Id do it; and defy Conors worst malice. Justly he may rage Losing his destined jewel, which to wear, I glory; though but few its splendour see. DEIRDRE. Enough for me the wearer. Were the worldPeopled by but us two, I were content. NAISI. Not so with me. Love makes the womans lifeWithin-doors and without; but, out of doors,Action and glory make the life of I have room for neither : here theres roomOnly for soHtudes interminable. 38 LAYS OF THE RED BRANCH. For desert vastness and vacuity. I see yon wave that never felt a keel Since first it rose, break white along the beach So far beneath my feet, I hear it not. The winds that whistle by me t


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