Again to the giddy cornice Rua lifted his eyes ,
And again beheld men passing in the armpit of the skies.
"Foes of my race!" cried Rua , "the mouth of Rua is true :
Never a shark in the deep is nobler of soul than you.
There was never a nobler foray, never a bolder plan ;
Never a dizzier path was trod by the children of man;
And Rua , your evil-dealer through all the days of his years, "Counts it honour to hate you, honour to fall by your spears." And Rua straightened his back. "O Vais , a scheme for a scheme!" Cried Rua and turned and descended the turbulent stair of the stream, Leaping from rock to rock as the water-wagtail at home
Flits through resonant valleys and skims by boulder and foam. And Rua burst from the glen and leaped on the shore of the brook, And straight for the ro
