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“What is the cause of thy journey or thy story?”

The cause of my journey and my story

The men of Erin, yonder, as we see them,

Coming towards you on the plain.

The chariot on which is the fold, figured and cerulean,

Which is made strongly, handy, solid;

Where were active, and where were vigorous;

And where were full-wise, the noble hearted folk;

In the prolific, faithful city;—

Fine, hard, stone-bedecked, well-shafted;

Four large-chested horses in that splendid chariot;

Comely, frolicsome.

“What do we see in that chariot?”

The white-bellied, white-haired, small-eared,

Thin-sided, thin-hoofed, horse-large, steed-large horses;

With fine, shining, polished bridles;

Like a gem; or like red sparkling fire;—

Like the motion of a fawn, wounded;

Like the rustling of a loud wind in winter;—

Coming to you in that chariot.—

“What do we see in that chariot?”

We see in that chariot,

The strong, broad-chested, nimble, gray horses,—

So mighty, so broad-chested, so fleet, so choice;—