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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 163 |
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NORA CREINA
LESBIA hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beameth \ Right and left its arrows fly, But what they aim at no one dreameth.
Sweeter 'tis to gaze upon My Nora's lid that seldom rises; Few its looks, but every one Like unexpected light surprises ! O my Nora Creina, dear, My gentle, bashful Nora Creina, Beauty lies In many eyes, But Love in yours, my Nora Creina.
Lesbia wears a robe of gold, But all so close the nymph hath laced it,
Not a charm of beauty's mold Presumes to stay where nature placed it.
Oh, my Nora's gown for me, That floats as wild as mountain breezes,
Leaving every beauty free To sink or swell as heaven pleases. Yes, my Nora Creina, dear, My simple, graceful Nora Creina, Nature's dress Is loveliness — The dress you wear, my Nora Creina.
Lesbia hath a wit refined, But when its points are gleaming round us,
Who can tell if they're designed To dazzle merely, or to wound us ? |
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