d back again the next year.

"And when the time came Angus went to the loch, and he saw the
three times fifty white birds there with their silver chains
about their necks, and Angus stood in a man's shape at the edge
of the loch, and he called to the girl: 'Come and speak with me,
O Caer!'

"'Who is calling me?' said Caer.

"'Angus calls you,' he said, 'and if you do come, I swear by my
word I will not hinder you from going into the loch again.'"

GREGORY: _Cuchulain of Muirthemne._

She came, and he changed to a swan likewise, and they flew away to
King Dagda's palace, where every one who heard their sweet singing
was charmed into a sleep of three days and three nights.

Princess Etain, of the race of the Tuatha, and wife of Midir, was
born again as the daughter of Queen Medb, the wife of Ailill. She
remembers a little of the land from which she came, is never quite
happy,

"But sometimes--sometimes--tell me: have you heard,
By dusk or moonset have you never heard
Sweet voices, delicate music? Never seen
The passage of the lordly beautiful ones
Men call the Shee?"

SHARP: _Immortal Hour._

even when she wins the love of King Eochaidh. When they have been
married a year, there comes Midir from the Land of Youth. By
winning a game of chess from the King, he gets anything he may ask,
and prays to see the Queen. When he sees her he sings a song of
longing to her, and Eochaidh is troubled because it is Samhain, and
he knows the great power the hosts of the air "have then over those
who wish for happiness."

"Etain, speak!
What is the song the harper sings, what tongue
Is this he speaks? for in no Gaelic lands
Is speech like this upon the lips of men.
No word of all these honey-dripping words
Is known to me. Beware, beware the words
Brewed in the moonshine under ancient oaks
White with pale banners of the mistletoe
Twined round them in their slow and stately death.
It is the feast of Saveen" (Samhain).

SHARP: _Immortal Hour._

In vain Eochaidh pleads with her to stay with him. She has already
forgotten all but Midir and the life so long ago in the Land of
Youth.

"In the Land of Youth
There are pleasant places;
Green meadows, woods,
Swift grey-blue waters.

"There is no age there,
Nor