"At sea, when the nets are out and the pipes are lit, then will some ancient hoarder of tales become loquacious, telling his histories to the tune of the creaking of the boats. Holy-eve night, too, is a great time, and in old days many tales were to be heard at wakes. But the priest have set their faces against wakes. . . . " From the celebrated poet, William Butler Yeats, a volume of folk and fairy tales to stir the Irish soul.