The divinity of the clouds, clothed, like the 

 Rainy shepherd Angus Sunlocks, in mist, so as the 

 S ' more secretly to drive before him down the 

 hidden ways of heaven the myriad hosts of the 

 rain ? Or had he an angelic crest, with wings 

 of unfailing water, as a visionary once por- 

 trayed for me a likeness of Midir, that ancient 

 Gaelic god at whose coming came and still 

 come the sudden dews, or whose presence or 

 the signs of whose passage would be revealed 

 and still are revealed by the white glisten on 

 thickets and grasses, by the moist coolness on 

 the lips of leaf and flower. 



The name, too, or one very like it, I heard 

 once in a complicated (and, alas, for the most 

 part forgotten) tale of the Kindred of Manan, 

 the Poseidon of the Gael : remembered be- 

 cause of the singular companionship of three or 

 four other Latin-sounding names, which the 

 old Schoolmaster-teller may have invented 

 or himself introduced, or mayhap had in the 

 sequence of tradition from some forgotten 

 monkish reciter of old. Aquarius and either 

 Cetus or Delphinius (quaintly given as the 

 Pollack, the porpoise) were of the astronomi- 

 cal company, I remember and Neptheen or 

 Nepthuinn (Neptune), notwithstanding his 

 oneness with Manan's self. 



But Imbrifer had faded from my mind, as 

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