Old Celtic Romances. Anonymous

spouse;

       Till north and south unite;

       Till the hymns are sung,

       And the bells are rung,

       At the dawn of the pure faith's light.

      IV.

      Arise, my brothers, from Darvra's wave,

       On the wings of the southern wind;

       We leave our father and friends to-day

       In measureless grief behind.

       Ah! sad the parting, and sad our flight

       To Moyle's tempestuous main;

       For the day of woe

       Shall come and go,

       Before we meet again!

      The four swans then spread their wings, and rose from the surface of the water in sight of all their friends, till they reached a great height in the air, then resting, and looking downwards for a moment, they flew straight to the north, till they alighted on the Sea of Moyle between Erin and Alban.

      The men of Erin were grieved at their departure, and they made a law, and proclaimed it throughout the land, that no one should kill a swan in Erin from that time forth.

CHAPTER V.

       Table of Contents

      THE FOUR WHITE SWANS ON THE SEA OF MOYLE.

      As to the children of Lir, miserable was their abode and evil their plight on the Sea of Moyle. Their hearts were wrung with sorrow for their father and their friends; and when they looked towards the steep, rocky, far-stretching coasts, and saw the great, dark wild sea around them, they were overwhelmed with fear and despair. They began also to suffer from cold and hunger, so that all the hardships they had endured on Lake Darvra appeared as nothing compared with their suffering on the sea-current of Moyle.

      And so they lived, till one night a great tempest fell upon the sea. Finola, when she saw the sky filled with black, threatening clouds, thus addressed her brothers—

      "Beloved brothers, we have made a bad preparation for this night; for it is certain that the coming storm will separate us; and now let us appoint a place of meeting, or it may happen that we shall never see each other again."

      And they answered, "Dear sister, you speak truly and wisely; and let us fix on Carricknarone, for that is a rock that we are all very well acquainted with."

      And they appointed Carricknarone as their place of meeting.

      Midnight came, and with it came the beginning of the storm. A wild, rough wind swept over the dark sea, the lightnings flashed, and the great waves rose, and increased their violence and their thunder.

      The swans were soon scattered over the waters, so that not one of them knew in what direction the others had been driven. During all that night they were tossed about by the roaring winds and waves, and it was with much difficulty they preserved their lives.

      Towards morning the storm abated, and the sea became again calm and smooth; and Finola swam to Carricknarone. But she found none of her brothers there, neither could she see any trace of them when she looked all round from the summit of the rock over the wide face of the sea.

      Then she became terrified, for she thought she should never see them again; and she began to lament them plaintively in these words—

      The heart-breaking anguish and woe of this life

       I am able no longer to bear:

       My wings are benumbed with this pitiless frost;

       My three little brothers are scattered and lost;

      And I am left here to despair.

      My three little brothers I never shall see

       Till the dead shall arise from the tomb:

       How I sheltered them oft with my wings and my breast,

       And I soothed their sorrows and lulled them to rest,

       As the night fell around us in gloom!

      Ah, where are my brothers, and why have I lived,

       This last worst affliction to know?

       What now is there left but a life of despair?—

       For alas! I am able no longer to bear

       This heart-breaking anguish and woe.[XXII.]

      Soon after this she looked again over the sea, and she saw Conn coming towards the rock, with his head drooping, and his feathers all drenched with the salt spray; and she welcomed him with joyful heart.

      Not long after, Ficra appeared, but he was so faint with wet and cold and hardship, that he was scarce able to reach the place where Finola and Conn were standing; and when they spoke to him he could not speak one word in return. So Finola placed the two under her wings, and she said—

      "If Aed were here now, all would be happy with us."

      In a little time they saw Aed coming towards them, with head erect and feathers all dry and radiant and Finola gave him a joyful welcome. She then placed him under the feathers of her breast, while Conn and Ficra remained under her wings; and she said to them—

      "My dear brothers, though ye may think this night very bad, we shall have many like it from this time forth."

      So they continued for a long time on the Sea of Moyle, suffering hardships of every kind, till one winter night came upon them, of great wind and of snow and frost so severe, that nothing they ever before suffered could be compared to the misery of that night. And Finola uttered these words—

      Our life is a life of woe;

       No shelter or rest we find:

       How bitterly drives the snow;

       How cold is this wintry wind!

      From the icy spray of the sea,

       From the wind of the bleak north east,

       I shelter my brothers three,

       Under my wings and breast.

      Our stepmother sent us here,

       And misery well we know:—

       In cold and hunger and fear;

       Our life is a life of woe!

      Another year passed away on the Sea of Moyle; and one night in January, a dreadful frost came down on the earth and sea, so that the waters were frozen into a solid floor of ice all round them. The swans remained on Carricknarone all night, and their feet and their wings were frozen to the icy surface, so that they had to strive hard to move from their places in the morning; and they left the skin of their feet, the quills of their wings, and the feathers of their breasts clinging to the rock.

      "Sad is our condition this night, my beloved brothers," said Finola, "for we are forbidden to leave the Sea of Moyle; and yet we cannot bear the salt water, for when it enters our wounds, I fear we shall die of pain."

      And she spoke this lay—

      Our fate is mournful here to-day;

       Our bodies bare and chill,

       Drenched by the bitter, briny spray,

       And torn on this rocky hill!

      Cruel our stepmother's jealous heart

       That banished us from home;

       Transformed to swans by magic art,

       To swim the ocean foam.

      This bleak and snowy winter day,

       Our bath is the ocean wide;

       In thirsty summer's burning ray,

       Our drink the briny tide.

      And