d bit
of blackthorn, and he took her, and she came away with him. He never
told the mother he had got her; but one day she saw her at a fair, and,
says she, "That's my daughter; I know her by the smile and by the laugh
of her," and she with a shawl about her head. So the husband said,
"You're right there, and hard I worked to get her." She spoke often of
the grand things she saw underground, and how she used to have wine to
drink, and to drive out in a carriage with four horses every night. And
she used to be able to see her husband when he came to look for her, and
she was greatly afraid he'd get a drop of the wine, for then he would
have come underground and never left it again. And she was glad herself
to come to earth again, and not to be left there.'

The old Gaelic literature is full of the appeals of the Tribes of the
goddess Danu to mortals whom they would bring into their country; but
the song of Midher to the beautiful Etain, the wife of the king who was
called Echaid the ploughman, is the type of all.

'O beautiful woman, come with me to the marvellous land where one
listens to a sweet music, where one has spring flowers in one's hair,
where the body is like snow from head to foot, where no one is sad or
silent, where teeth are white and eyebrows are black ... cheeks red like
foxglove in flower.... Ireland is beautiful, but not so beautiful as the
Great Plain I call you to. The beer of Ireland is heady, but the beer of
the Great Plain is much more heady. How marvellous is the country I am
speaking of! Youth does not grow old there. Streams with warm flood flow
there; sometimes mead, sometimes wine. Men are charming and without a
blot there, and love is not forbidden there. O woman, when you come into
my powerful country you will wear a crown of gold upon your head. I will
give you the flesh of swine, and you will have beer and milk to drink, O
beautiful woman. O beautiful woman, come with me!'

A CRADLE SONG.

MICHAEL ROBARTES ASKS FORGIVENESS BECAUSE OF HIS MANY MOODS.

I use the wind as a symbol of vague desires and hopes, not merely
because the Sidhe are in the wind, or because the wind bloweth as it
listeth, but because wind and spirit and vague desire have been
associated everywhere. A highland scholar tells me that his country
people use the wind in their talk and in their proverbs as I use it in
my poem.

THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS.

The Tribes of the goddess Danu can take all shapes, and