[ Предположительная тональность: G ] A E F#m C#m I have no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde, F#m E Am G Nor avalon the grass-green hollow, nor Joyous Isle, C G E Am Where one found Lancelot crazed and hid him for а while; G F E Nor Ulad, when Naoise had thrown his sail upon the wind; Nor lands that seem to dim to be burdens on the heart: Land-under-Wave, where out of the moon"s light and the sun"s Seven old sisters wind the threads of the long-lived ones, Land-of-the-Tower, where aengus has thrown the gates apart, and Wood-of-Wonders, where one kills an ox at dawn, To find it when night falls laid on а golden bier. Therein are many queens like branwen and guinevere; and Niamh and Laban and fand, who could change to an otter or fawn, A E F#m C#m and the wood-woman, whose lover was changed to а blue-eyed hawk; F#m E Am G and whether I go in my dreams by woodland, or dun, or shore, C G E Am Or on the unpeopled waves with kings to pull at the oar, F E Am E I hear the harp-string praise them, or hear their mournful talk. Am F Am G because of something told under the famished horn Cm G# Cm H Of the hunter"s moon, that hung between the night and the day, D# H G Cm To dream of women whose beauty was folded in dismay, H G# G C even in an old story, is а burden not to be borne.