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76 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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The blue lake of Devenish, She walks there in the quiet, meet
{The blue lake of Devenish") For prayerful thoughts, and visions sweet, And cool green grasses kiss the lightsome Beauty of Feithfailge's feet.
The blue lake of Devenish, I would the red gold were my part,
{The blue lake of DevenisK) Ripe fields, and herds upon Drimart, That by my fire might shine the lovelit Beauty of Feithfailge's heart.
I-BREASIL
THERE is a way I am fain to go— To the mystical land where all are young, Where the silver branches have buds of snow, And every leaf is a singing tongue.
It lies beyond the night and day,
Over shadowy hill, and moorland wide,
And whoso enters casts care away, And wistful longings unsatisfied.
There are sweet white women, a radiant throng, Swaying like flowers in a scented wind :
But between us the veil of earth is strong, And my eyes to their luring eyes are blind.
A blossom of fire is each beauteous bird, Scarlet and gold on melodious wings,
And never so haunting a strain was heard From royal harp in the Hall of Kings. |
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