In The Seven Woods

Excerpt from In the Seven Woods: Being Poems Chiefly of the Irish Heroic Age At need, and made her beautiful and fierce, Sudden and laughing. O unquiet heart, Why do you praise another, praising her, As if there were no tale but your own tale Worth knitting to a measure of sweet sound? Have I not bid you tell of that great queen Who has been buried some two thousand years? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgott...