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Baile And Aillinn

William Butler Yeats

ARGUMENT. Baile and Aillinn were lovers, but Aengus, the

Master of Love, wishing them to he happy in his own land

among the dead, told to each a story of the other's death, so

that their hearts were broken and they died.

I HARDLY hear the curlew cry,

Nor thegrey rush when the wind is high,

Before my thoughts begin to run

On the heir of Uladh, Buan's son,

Baile, who had the honey mouth;

And that mild woman of the south,

Aillinn, who was King Lugaidh's heir.

Their love was never drowned in care

Of this or that thing, nor grew cold

Because their hodies had grown old.

Being forbid to marry on earth,

They blossomed to immortal mirth.

About the time when Christ was born,

When the long wars for the White Horn

And the Brown Bull had not yet come,

Young Baile Honey Mouth, whom some

Called rather Baile LittleLand,

Rode out of Emain with a band

Of harpers and young men; and they

Imagined, as they struck the way

To manypastured Muirthemne,

That all things fell out happily,

And there, for all that fools had said,

Baile and Aillinn would be wed.

They found an old man running there:

He had ragged long grasscoloured hair;

He had knees that stuck out of his hose;

He had puddlewater in his shoes;

He had half a cloak to keep him dry,

Although he had a squirrel's eye.

O wandering hirds and rushy beds,

You put such folly in our heads

With all this crying in the wind,

No common love is to our mind,

And our poor kate or Nan is less

Than any whose unhappiness

Awoke the harpstrings long ago.

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Yet they that know all things hut know

That all this life can give us is

A child's laughter, a woman's kiss.

Who was it put so great a scorn

In thegrey reeds that night and morn

Are trodden and broken hy the herds,

And in the light bodies of birds

The north wind tumbles to and fro

And pinches among hail and snow?>1

That runner said: "I am from the south;

I run to Baile HoneyMouth,

To tell him how the girl Aillinn

Rode from the country of her kin,

And old and young men rode with her:

For all that country had been astir

If anybody half as fair

Had chosen a husband anywhere

But where it could see her every day.

When they had ridden a little way

An old man caught the horse's head

With: ""You must home again, and wed

With somebody in your own land.''

A young man cried and kissed her hand,

""O lady, wed with one of us'';

And when no face grew piteous

For any gentle thing she spake,

She fell and died of the heartbreak.'

Because a lover's heart s worn out,

Being tumbled and blown about

By its own blind imagining,

And will believe that anything

That is bad enough to be true, is true,

Baile's heart was broken in two;

And he, being laid upon green boughs,

Was carried to the goodly house

Where the Hound of Uladh sat before

The brazen pillars of his door,

His face bowed low to weep the end

Of the harper's daughter and her friend

For athough years had passed away

He always wept them on that day,

For on that day they had been betrayed;

And now that HoneyMouth is laid

Under a cairn of sleepy stone

Before his eyes, he has tears for none,

Although he is carrying stone, but two

For whom the cairn's but heaped anew.

We hold, because our memory is

Sofull of that thing and of this,

That out of sight is out of mind.

But the grey rush under the wind

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And the grey bird with crooked bill

rave such long memories that they still

Remember Deirdre and her man;

And when we walk with Kate or Nan

About the windy waterside,

Our hearts can Fear the voices chide.

How could we be so soon content,

Who know the way that Naoise went?

And they have news of Deirdre's eyes,

Who being lovely was so wise

Ah! wise, my heart knows well how wise.>1

Now had that old gaunt crafty one,

Gathering his cloak about him, mn

Where Aillinn rode with waitingmaids,

Who amid leafy lights and shades

Dreamed of the hands that would unlace

Their bodices in some dim place

When they had come to the matriagebed,

And harpers, pacing with high head

As though their music were enough

To make the savage heart of love

Grow gentle without sorrowing,

Imagining and pondering

Heaven knows what calamity;

"Another's hurried off,' cried he,

"From heat and cold and wind and wave;

They have heaped the stones above his grave

In Muirthemne, and over it

In changeless Ogham letters writ

Baile, that was of Rury's seed.

But the gods long ago decreed

No waitingmaid should ever spread

Baile and Aillinn's marriagebed,

For they should clip and clip again

Where wild bees hive on the Great Plain.

Therefore it is but little news

That put this hurry in my shoes.'

Then seeing that he scarce had spoke

Before her loveworn heart had broke.

He ran and laughed until he came

To that high hill the herdsmen name

The Hill Seat of Laighen, because

Some god or king had made the laws

That held the land together there,

In old times among the clouds of the air.

That old man climbed; the day grew dim;

Two swans came flying up to him,

Linked by a gold chain each to each,

And with low murmuring laughing speech

Alighted on the windy grass.

They knew him: his changed body was

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Tall, proud and ruddy, and light wings

Were hovering over the harpstrings

That Edain, Midhir's wife, had wove

In the hid place, being crazed by love.

What shall I call them? fish that swim,

Scale rubbing scale where light is dim

By a broad waterlily leaf;

Or mice in the one wheaten sheaf

Forgotten at the threshingplace;

Or birds lost in the one clear space

Of morning light in a dim sky;

Or, it may be, the eyelids of one eye,

Or the doorpillars of one house,

Or two sweet blossoming appleboughs

That have one shadow on the ground;

Or the two strings that made one sound

Where that wise harper's finger ran.

For this young girl and this young man

Have happiness without an end,

Because they have made so good a friend.

They know all wonders, for they pass

The towery gates of Gorias,

And Findrias and Falias,

And longforgotten Murias,

Among the giant kings whose hoard,

Cauldron and spear and stone and sword,

Was robbed before earth gave the wheat;

Wandering from broken street to street

They come where some huge watcher is,

And tremble with their love and kiss.

They know undying things, for they

Wander where earth withers away,

Though nothing troubles the great streams

But light from the pale stars, and gleams

From the holy orchards, where there is none

But fruit that is of precious stone,

Or apples of the sun and moon.

What were our praise to them? They eat

Quiet's wild heart, like daily meat;

Who when night thickens are afloat

On dappled skins in a glass boat,

Far out under a windless sky;

While over them birds of Aengus fly,

And over the tiller and the prow,

And waving white wings to and fro

Awaken wanderings of light air

To stir their coverlet and their hair.

And poets found, old writers say,

A yew tree where his body lay;

But a wild apple hid the grass

With its sweet blossom where hers was,

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And being in good heart, because

A better time had come again

After the deaths of many men,

And that long fighting at the ford,

They wrote on tablets of thin board,

Made of the apple and the yew,

All the love stories that they knew.

"Let rush and hird cry out their fill

Of the harper's daughter if they will,

Beloved, I am not afraid of her.

She is not wiser nor lovelier,

And you are more high of heart than she,

For all her wanderings oversea;

But I'd have bird and rush forget

Those other two; for never yet

Has lover lived, but longed to wive

Like them that are no more alive."

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