The Shadow house of Lugh

The Shadow House of Lugh
By Ethna Carbery

Dream-fair, besides dream waters, it stands alone:

A winged thought of Lugh made its corner stone:

A desire of his heart raised its walls on high

And set its crystal windows to flaunt the sky.

Its doors of the white bronze are many and bright,

With wonderous carven pillars for his Love's delight,

And its roof of the blue wings, the speckled red,

Is a flaming arc of beauty above her head.

Like a mountain through mist Lugh towers high,

The fiery-forked lightning is the glance of his eye,

His countenance is noble as the Sun-god's face—

The proudest chieftain he of a proud De Danaan race.

He bides there in peace now, his wars are all done—

He gave his hand to Balor when the death gate was won,

And for the strife-scarred heroes who wander in the shade,

His door lieth open, and the rich feast is laid.

He hath no vexing memory of blood in slanting rain,

Of green spears in hedges on a battle plain;

But through the haunted quiet his Love's silver words

Blow round him swift as wing-beats of enchanted birds.

A grey haunted wind is blowing in the hall,

And stirring through the shadowy spears upon the wall,

The drinking-horn goes round from shadowy lip to lip—

And about the golden methers shadowy fingers slip.

The Star of Beauty, she who queens it there;

Diademed, and wondrous long, her yellows hair.

Her eyes are twin-moons in a rose-sweet face,

And the fragrance of her presence fills all the place.

He plays for her pleasure on his harp's gold wire

The laughter-tune that leaps along in trills of fire;

She hears the dancing feet of Sidhe where a white moon gleams,

And all her world is joy in the House of Dreams.

He plays for her soothing the Slumber-song:

and faint as any dream it glides along:

She sleeps until the magic of his kiss shall rouse;

And all her world is quiet in the Shadow-house.

His days glide to night, and his nights glide to day:

With circling of the amber mead, and feasting gay;

In the yellow of her hair his dreams lie curled,

And her arms make the rim of his rainbow world.