as Bran, and horses that can outrace the tumultuous wind. Unnumbered warriors are there, waiting for you to lead them; and the soft music of many harps shall bring sleep to your eyes after the delights of the day.
"In my land the trees are green from the beginning of the year to its close, and their branches bear blossom and fruit continually. You will find there no lack of food or wine, or gold or jewels, or anything beautiful that you may desire. All these treasures will be yours, Oisin, with many others that I have not mentioned, and every wish that lies hidden in your heart will be fulfilled if you come with me to Tir-na-noge."
"O Oisin, my son, the years lie heavy upon me; leave me not alone in the darkness of age," Fionn implored before Oisin could speak.
But Niav, still bending from the saddle, laid her hand on Oisin's shoulder, and sang to him:
Tarry not here, Oisin, the sea-marcher waits you,
Waits to carry you o'er the waves and dancing foam,
Far to a land whose gates will open in glory,
'Tis the Land of the Ever-Living will be your home.
