Such a mortal too was Clooth-na-bare, who
Went all over the world seeking a lake
Deep enough to drown her faery life,
Of which she had grown weary,
Leaping from hill to lake and lake to hill,
And setting up a cairn of stones wherever her feet lighted,
Until at last she found the deepest water in the world
In little Lough Ia on the top of the Birds' Mountain at Sligo
- From 'The Untiring Ones', The Celtic Twilight (W.B. Yeats 1902, London: A.H. Bullen)
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