James Henry Cousins,
Etain the Beloved, and Other Poems
“ A dissonant note from hidden harp-strings drawn Troubled the dreams of Eochaidh and Etain. By day the dream had faded to a mist [Pg 17] In some far-folded valley of the mind; But when, heart-charmed in evening's amethyst, The labouring world grew wonderfully kind, And upturned lips by brooding love were kissed; Like silent rain in summer twilight spilled, A wandering thought King Eochaidh touched and chilled. ”
