Painting ©Voyen Koreis
The Sea King’s daughter let him go,
In magic sleep could not resist
Her father’s men, who carried her
Where kelp and deep sea currents flow.
I watched them from the cliff top high,
My love go hunting while Clíodhna
Slept in a sleep by magic cast.
He never guessed; no more did I.
Ciabhán returned and when he found
Clíodhna gone and where she’d lain
The sand as smooth as was her cheek,
He raged for fear his love had drowned.
I took his arm—he had my heart—
And tried to tell him she was gone,
That fairy folk can never love
A mortal; they are doomed to part.
He flung himself into the wave,
Not once but nine times cast ashore.
His brothers begged me call him back,
As if my love his life could save.
But who can summon love in one
Whose heart is drowned beneath the sea?
The Sea King’s realm is where he’d be,
And I’m forgot; our time is done.