THE HORSEMEN OF AILEACH.

New Zealand Tablet, 26 May 1921, Page 9

THE HORSEMEN OF AILEACH.

Upon their brows the laurels of their strife Still blow unwithered, and their spirits seem Among the visions" of a vanished life To linger in a dream. They list not the wild waters far away That are not hushed with passing of the years, Nor see they the long level western, ray Glint lightly on their spears; ' Nor how the heron spurns the circling wave And _jeeks the glowing bosom of the east, And fades with speed majestical and grave Through the ambrosial mist. But in their sleep dead petals long since cast Are woven with the unburst «. buds of hope; They wander in the memories of the past And towards the future grope. Pis said erstwhile a roaming shepherd chanced To break the veil of leaves that binds their bower, And one did start and on him fiercely glanced And cried: “Is it the hour?” 4 * / But he fled forth and left no word behind— No word save the low sigh of running rain / And wistful Availing of the autumn wind Above the beaten grain, —Arthur Little, in Studies.