I ely to a little group of  many enougo be called a village, in tartan in County Galway, w of Ireland.

    tle, Ballylee, ined by a farmer and tage tle mill rees ttle river and great stepping-stones. I  times last year to talk to t Biddy Early, a  lived in Clare some years ago, and about wo mill-wheels of Ballylee,”

    and to find out from  ters or some ot is autumn, because Mary iful urf fires, died ty years ago; for our feet o make us understand t it is not of t me a little le, and do  in brambles and sloe bus is ttle old foundation of t t of it is taken for building s e t are gro till t cranky, and t gro girl in Ireland,  driven snoalked to  a poem in Irisery, a famous poet, made about  said, “trong cellar in Ballylee.” rong cellar   me to a deep pool,  many fis of ter at early morning “to taste ter coming dohe hills.”

    I first  tery and Mary ill I die,” and t  to go round and to mark some o go to, and to reated  if you did not,  you in Irisest poet in Ireland, and  t buso stand under it. tood under from t, and ter came t.” So a friend and to myself in Irisoo proud to be t of ural as t Irisry of t century, for ts are arranged in a too obviously traditional form, so t o speak as if  of everyto t it ender p ranslation, but some of it ry people t y of t translations.

    Going to Mass by the will of God,

    t and the wind rose;

    I met Mary  tartan,

    And I fell in love here.

    I spoke to her kind and mannerly,

    As by report was her own way;

    And sery, my mind is easy,

    You may come to-day to Ballylee.”

    linger,

    alk  to my  my  rose.

    e o go across three fields,

    e  o Ballylee.

    table  measure, Sting beside me;

    And sery, and a rong cellar in Ballylee.”

    O star of lig,

    O amber he world,

    ill you come h me upon Sunday

    till ogethe people?

    I  grudge you a song every Sunday evening,

    Puncable, or ,

    But, O King of Glory, dry the roads before me,

    till I find to Ballylee.

    t air on the hill

    hen you are looking down upon Ballylee;

    s and blackberries, t

    and music of the Sidhe.

    is tness till you

    Of t is by your side?

    to deny it or to try and ,

    S.

    t of Ireland I did not travel,

    From to tops of tains,

    to ty but was behind hers.

    oo;  and s.

    She branch,

    She shining flower of Ballylee.

    It is Mary his calm and easy woman,

    y in her mind and in her face.

    If a ogether,

    t e down a half of her ways.

    An old  nig beautiful to tell me about  every e. As many as eleven men asked  s  of men up beyond Kilbecanty one nigting togetalking of  up and set out to go to Ballylee and see  Cloon Bog o it o ter, and t   “trongest man t -time to get to Ballylee.” tradition gives t Derrybrien among tge  desolate place, ag upon t of Ec still mindful of many poems and of ty of ancient speece t it looked blue, and stle blusold me many tales of ten sa ure. I  oo—soo mucure. One day I ired, and  t no more tiful brig s kno too little gold to knos colour. But a man by t Kinvara, o remember Mary  all to be seen noo any kind of a meeting, t of  many in love  s is said t no one t  them will ever live long.”

    t is aken by t a fator told me once, may give o them”

    oo, t Mary aken,” as taken many t are not  take s to look at  did not say ‘God bless  Duras tle doubt t saken, “for t can remember o ttern[FN#3] to be t girl in Ireland.” S may be t t to  understand literally, meant imes. trymen and countryions, are many years nearer to t old Greek  set beauty beside tain of too muc tell of  le as troy grele whe walls.

    [FN#3]  A “pattern,” or “patron,” is a festival in .

    t  t of Ireland.

    Some t Raftery   enougo see  some t t in t never look on t one day, ery oget t are blind o knoo feel more, and to do more, and to guess more t , and a certain  and a certain o tell you t  only blind but a poet?

    t Mary ry  of ty, for t are t of ty—poetry and dancing and principles. t is  man coming doter beter learning tion you’d meet no it from God”; and a man at Coole says, “ o one part of o  ten in a book”; and an old pensioner at Kiltartan says, “anding under a busime, and alked to it, and it ans spoke, but it must ed voice in it, and it gave er is to be seen on t a bus may  of this shape.

    A friend of mine met a man once  een Gillane told Dr.  all nig reaming up to   long t lig  o , and sang such religious songs.”

    It may be t in a feies to immortalities in ery to perfect symbols of ty and of the magnificence and penury of dreams.

    1900.

    ory district

    been noted for good looks, y  to o bring misfortune .  over tiful girls t  beauty  o anybody. It o be proud of and afraid of. I en out  time, for turesque them.

    1902.