Anonymous

“ O bed-fellow of your poet, steadfast scion of Geoffrey Rothe,
musicians row keen you, star of knowledge of Gael and Gall.
Your officers on going from Holy cross were filled with sadness
at leaving you behind, as for me now that James is dead my
sadness will endure for ever.
Until he died the brave son of Thomas never crossed me, I did
not at first realize the extent of my hurt in the death of a
beloved patron, the elite of the Gall.
For his poet it means ruin after all the favors he
received, as always welcomed me whilst rejecting others. ”

“ He ravaged Ballynahincy and Grantstown, it was not a
close-pressed affray, he captured their cattle from the two
towns, well had they reason to be on their guard against him!
I will not tell in his battle-roll of the prize
trophy that Death won, I will not speak of him
to another but he has gone to another lord away from me.
Those who sorrowed for James are scattered in all directions,
as for me I will ever cease to grieve for the king, alas for
the one who does not think so. ”

“ King Arthur to whom all give allegiance sees a flagstone afloat
on the stream of the city and follows the marvel on his way to
feast, a token as required for his shining castle.
The stone has a sword in its very center, soft the spot,
a stone moving without being pushed,
the king was full of wonder at it. ”