Fionnua´la

daughter of Lir. Being transformed into a swan, she was doomed to wander over the lakes and rivers of Ireland till the Irish became Christians, but the sound of the first ma bell in the island was to be the signal of her release. Silent, O Moyle, be the roar of thy water [ County Tyrone ]... While murmuring mournfully Lir’s lonely daughter Tells to the night-star her tale of woes. When shall the “Swan,” her death-note singing, Sleep with wings in darkne furled? When will heaven, its sweet “bell” ringing, Call my spirit from this stormy world? T. Moore, Irish Melodies , iv. (“The Song of Fionnuala”).