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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 81 |
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O shadowy Finn, move slowly, Break not her peace so holy, Stir not her slumber in the grass your restless ripples lave.
My Heart's Desire, my Treasure, our wooing time was
brief, From the misty dawns of April till the fading of the leaf,
From the first clear cuckoo calling Till the harvest gold was falling, And my store of joy was garnered at the binding of the sheaf.
There came another lover, more swift than I, more
strong, He bore away my little love in middle of her song; Silent, ah me ! his wooing, And silent his pursuing, Silent he stretched his arms to her who did not tarry long.
So in his House of Quiet she keeps her troth for aye With him, the stronger lover, until the Judgment Day :
And I go lonely, lonely,
Bereft of my one only Bright star, Rose-blossom, Singing-bird that held the year at May.
The purple mountains guard her, the valley folds
her in, In dreams I see her walking with angels cleansed of
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