Classic Poem

All the way to Tir na n'Og are many roads that run,
But the darkest road is trodden by the King of Ireland's Son.
The world wears on to sundown, and love is lost and won,
But he recks not of loss or gain, the King of Ireland's Son.
He follows on for ever, when all your chase is done,
He follows after shadows—the King of Ireland's Son.