To-morrow I will bend the Bow!
My Soul shall have her mark again ,
My Bosum feel the Archer's stain!
No longer pasing to and fro
With loosened arms and slacken brain,
As goes the arrow, forth I go!
And pride and purpose I shall know!
Red Moon hangs above the grain,
My Soul shall have her mark again
My Bosum feel the Archer's stain!
To-morrow I will bend the Bow!
by Padraic Colum.
Reference: Found it in >
The Leading Principles of the Brehon Laws
John A. Costello
Vol. 2, No. 8 (Dec., 1913), pp. 440
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