The Courtship of Ferb
VIII
Ferb.
Fiannamail,[1] whose kin for ever
Lie in death, draws nigh the hall;
Truly gallant is his bearing,
As he answers to our call.
Fian.
Maiden, much your message moved me,
Mournful was the news it brought,
"That my kin were dead"; but valiant
Was the fight, if here they fought.
Ferb.
Here your kindred lie; yet little
Need to speak, their forms you know;
Far and wide they fell, and falling
Slew in blood full many a foe.
Fian.
Speak of Mani, is he living?
Is my comrade lying here?
Whom as chief in hall I follow,
Who as friend to me is dear.
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- ↑ Pronounced Fee-an-ool.
