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Kevin
(St.), like St. Senanus (q.v.), retired to an
island where he vowed no woman should ever land. Kathleen loved the
saint, and tracked him to his retirement, but the saint hurled her from
a rock. Kathleen died, but her ghost rose smiling from the tide, and
never left the place while the saint lived. A bed in the rock at
Glendalough (Wicklow) is shown as the bed of St. Kevin. Thomas Moore
has a poem on this tradition. (Irish Melodies, iv.)
Source: Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, E. Cobham Brewer, 1894 More on Kevin from Infoplease:
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