He saw then that the house was crowded with pale shadowy hands, and that every hand was holding what was sometimes like a wisp lighted for a marriage, and sometimes like a tall white candle for the dead. When the sun rose on the morning of the morrow Winny of the Cross Roads rose up from where she was sitting beside the body, and began her begging from townland to townland, singing the same song as she walked, ‘I am beautiful, I am beautiful. The birds in the air, the moths under the leaves, the flies over the water look at me. Look at me, perishing woods, for my body will be shining like the lake water after you have been hurried away. You and the old race of men, and the race of the beasts, and the race of the fish, and the winged race, are wearing away like a candle that has been burned out. But I laugh out loud, because I am in my youth.’ She did not come back that night or any night to the cabin, and it was not till the end of two days that the turf cutters going to the bog found the body of Red Owen Hanrahan, and gathered men to wake him and women to keen him, and gave him a burying worthy of so great a poet. _Printed by_ A. H. BULLEN, _at The Shakespeare Head Press, Stratford-on-Avon._ * * * * * Transcriber’s Notes: Obvious punctuation errors repaired. Varied hyphenation was retained such as Drumahair on page 3 and Drum-a-hair on page 96. Page 85, repeated word “a” removed from text. Original read (I fling a a pebble on) Page 191, “unforgetable” changed to “unforgettable” (most unforgettable thoughts) Page 235, “san” changed to “sang” (sang Hanrahan, and his) End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats, Vol. 5 (of 8), by William Butler Yeats