The radiance of the moon was in her face and the light of wooing in her eyes." So much for the Irish love of colour.[6] [6] I give one example of the way colour was laid on to animals just for the pleasure of it.

"And the eagle and cranes were red with green heads, and their eggs were pure crimson and blue"; and deep in the wood the travellers found "strange birds with white bodies and purple heads and golden beaks," and afterwards three great birds, "one blue and his head crimson, and another crimson and his head green, and another speckled and his head gold." Their love of music was equally great; and was also connected with Nature.

"The sound of the flowing of streams," said one of their bardic clan, "is sweeter than any music of men." "The harp of the woods is playing music," said another.

In Finn's Song to May, the waterfall is singing a welcome to the pool below, the loudness of music is around the hill, and in the green fields the stream is singing.

The blackbird, the cuckoo, the heron and the lark are the musicians of the world.