The Incantation

Fain we ask Erinn,
Faring o'er ocean's
Motions to mountains,
Fountains and bowers,
Showers, rills rushing,
Gushing waves welling,
Swelling streams calling,
Falling foam-thunder,
Under lakes filling:
Willing — (abiding
Riding rounds, holding
Olden fairs meetly) —
Fleet to lift loyal
Royal king's towers,
Bowers for crowning;
Frowning foes over —

Rover Mil's warlike
Starlike sons therein.
Erinn shall longer,
Stronger, show honour,
On our Milesians. —
Wishing, in trouble,
Noble isle's wooing,
Suing, we stay here; —
Pray here to sail in,
Wailing maids royal!
Loyal chief-leaders,
Pleaders, blend pray'r in.
So we seek Erinn —