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While our vision, backward cast, / Ranged the everliving past, / Through a haze of misty things -- / Luminous with quiverings / Musical as starry chimes -- / Rose a hero of old times, / In whose breast the magic powers / Slumbering from primeval hours, / Woke at the enchantment wild / Of Aed Abrait's lovely child; / Still for all her Druid learning / With the wild-bird heart, whose yearning / Blinded at his strength and beauty, / Clung to love and laughed at duty. / Warrior chief, and mystic maid, / Through your stumbling footsteps strayed, / This at least in part atones -- / Jewels were your stumbling-stones!
I. The Birds of Angus