In the story of _The Children of Lir_, though there is no set description of scenery, we feel the spirit of the landscape by the lake where Lir listened for three hundred years to the sweet songs of his children.

And, as we read of their future fate, we are filled with the solitude and mystery, the ruthlessness and beauty of the ocean.

Even its gentleness on quiet days enters from the tale into our imagination.

Then, too, the mountain-glory and the mountain-gloom are again and again imaginatively described and loved.

The windings and recesses, the darkness and brightness of the woods and the glades therein, enchant the Fenians even when they are in mortal danger.