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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

I. Irish: The Song of Fionn

By Celtic Literature

MAY-DAY, delightful time! How beautiful the color!

The blackbirds sing their full lay. Would that Læg were here!

The cuckoos sing in constant strains. How welcome is the noble

Brilliance of the seasons ever! On the margin of the branching woods

The summer swallows skim the stream: the swift horses seek the pool;

The heather spreads out her long hair; the weak fair bow-down grows.

Sudden consternation attacks the signs; the planets, in their courses running, exert an influence:

The sea is lulled to rest, flowers cover the earth.