Feach Air Muir Lionadhi ealach Buidhe Mar Or
Feach Air Muir Lionadhi ealach Buidhe Mar Or
Mananan Mac Lir
The son of the sea
Is sib unto me
At the break of the year.
Feach Air Muir Lionadhi ealach Buidhe Mar Or
Mananan Mac Lir
The son of the sea
Is sib unto me
At the break of the year.
Cimmeria
I remember
The dark woods, masking slopes of sombre hills;
The grey clouds' leaden everlasting arch;
The dusky streams that flowed without a sound,
And the lone winds that whispered down the passes.
A Sonnet of Good Cheer
Fling wide the portals, rose-lipped dawn has come
To kill our drowsy visions into life;
Let me arise, a-lust for love and strife
To follow far some distant, pulsing drum.
Upon my vibrant soul-chords passions strum;
With hot, red, leaping blood my veins are rife.
Gods, let me take the universe to wife!
Ere Death, the cold accountant, close my sum.
Then as I spake, methought fierce laughter came
Across the dying hills where sunrise shot;
"Fool, fool, you come unbidden to this game,
"And Death that takes you hence shall ask you not.
"From life, this and only this, may you claim;
"Living, to die, and dying, be forgot."
Robert E. Howard