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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 157 FAIREST! PUT ON AWHILE
FAIREST! put on awhile These pinions of light I bring thee, And o'er thy own *green isle In fancy let me wing thee. Never did Ariel's plume At golden sunset hover O'er such scenes of bloom As I shall waft thee over !
Fields where the Spring delays,
And fearlessly meets the ardor Of the warm Summer's gaze
With only her tears to guard her. Rocks, through myrtle boughs
In grace majestic frowning — Like a bold warrior's brows
That Love has just been crowning.
Islets, so freshly fair,
That never hath bird come nigh them, But from his course through air
He hath been won down by them,— Types, sweet maid, of thee,
Whose look, whose blush inviting, Never did Love yet see
From Heaven, without alighting,,
Lakes where the pearl lies hid,
And caves where the diamond's sleeping, Bright as the gems that lid
Of thine let fall in weeping. Glens where ocean comes |
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