One morning ere Titan had thought to stir his feet,
on the top of a fine high hill I had laboured up,
I chanced on a pleasant flock of joyous girls,
a troop from Si/dh Seanadh's bright mansions to the north/

A film of enchantment spread, of aspect bright,
from the shining boulders of Galway to Cork of the harbours:
clusters of fruit appearing in every treetop,
acorns in woods, pure honey upon the stones.