Where are the sons of Gavran? where his tribe The faithful? Following their beloved Chief, They the Green Islands of the Ocean sought; [Nor human tongue hath told, nor human ear, Since from the silver shores they went their way, Hath heard, their fortunes. In his crystal Ark, Whither sailed Merlin with his band of Bards, Old Merlin, master of the mystic lore?] Belike his crystal Ark, instinct with life, Obedient to the mighty Master, reach'd The Land of the Departed; there, belike, They in the clime of immortality, Themselves immortal, drink the gales of bliss, Which o'er Flathinnis breathe eternal spring, Blending whatever odours make the gale Of evening sweet, whatever melody Charms the wood-traveller. [In their high-roofed halls, There, with the Chiefs of other days, feel they The mingled joy pervade them? .. Or beneath The mid-sea waters, did that crystal Ark Down to the secret depths of Ocean plunge Its fated crew? Dwell they in coral bowers With Mermaid loves, teaching their paramours The songs that stir the sea, or make the winds Hush, and the waves be still?] In fields of joy Have they their home, where central fires maintain Perpetual summer, where one emerald light Through the green element for ever flows?