o cool is the valley now
and there, love, will we go
for many a choir is singing now
where love did sometime go.
and hear you not the thrushes calling,
calling us away?
o cool and pleasant is the valley
and there, love, will we stay.
Dubliners
Tacitus on Germany
Irish Fairy Tales
The Lost Heir
The Cat of Bubastes
The Treasure of the Incas