Classic Poem

Kindler of glory's embers,
Aed, goodly hand of giving;
Comeliest that song remembers
By pastoral Roeriu living.

A mighty shaft and loyal
Whom glory overarches;
Of all men else most royal
In grassy Maistiu's marches.

My love — if such his pleasure —
To Dermot's son I bring it;
My song — more worth than treasure —
To his high praise I sing it.

Dear name! renowned in story,
Aed! no man may decry him;
Where Liffey flows in glory
Fame's voice shall ne'er bely him.

Grandchild of that fierce fighter
Muireach, a cliff of splendours,
Honour — no fame is brighter —
To his race Cualu renders.

A stately tree, a glowing
Jewel whom strife embolden;
A silver sapling growing
From soil of princes olden.

Songs at the alefeast ringing,
Scales climbed of comely measures,
Bards with their heady singing
Acclaim Aed and his pleasures.