The Celtic Twilight eBook

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There is hardly a valley or mountainside where folk cannot tell you of some one pillaged from amongst them.  Two or three miles from the Heart Lake lives an old woman who was stolen away in her youth.  After seven years she was brought home again for some reason or other, but she had no toes left.  She had danced them off.  Many near the white stone door in Ben Bulben have been stolen away.

It is far easier to be sensible in cities than in many country places I could tell you of.  When one walks on those grey roads at evening by the scented elder-bushes of the white cottages, watching the faint mountains gathering the clouds upon their heads, one all too readily discovers, beyond the thin cobweb veil of the senses, those creatures, the goblins, hurrying from the white square stone door to the north, or from the Heart Lake in the south.


It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions.  There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.  It is this entanglement of moods which makes us old, and puckers our brows and deepens the furrows about our eyes.  If we could love and hate with as good heart as the faeries do, we might grow to be long-lived like them.  But until that day their untiring joys and sorrows must ever be one-half of their fascination.  Love with them never grows weary, nor can the circles of the stars tire out their dancing feet.  The Donegal peasants remember this when they bend over the spade, or sit full of the heaviness of the fields beside the griddle at nightfall, and they tell stories about it that it may not be forgotten.  A short while ago, they say, two faeries, little creatures, one like a young man, one like a young woman, came to a farmer’s house, and spent the night sweeping the hearth and setting all tidy.  The next night they came again, and while the farmer was away, brought all the furniture up-stairs into one room, and having arranged it round the walls, for the greater grandeur it seems, they began to dance.  They danced on and on, and days and days went by, and all the country-side came to look at them, but still their feet never tired.  The farmer did not dare to live at home the while; and after three months he made up his mind to stand it no more, and went and told them that the priest was coming.  The little creatures when they heard this went back to their own country, and there their joy shall last as long as the points of the rushes are brown, the people say, and that is until God shall burn up the world with a kiss.

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