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' ' One day the young poet Nede fared forth till he stood on the margin of the sea, for the poets believed the brink of water to be the place of poetic revelation. He heard a sound in the wave, even a chant of wailing and sadness, and he marvelled thereat.
" So the youth cast a spell upon the wave, that it might reveal to him the cause of its moaning." Book of Leinster, i86a.
