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98 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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Her eyes were lustrous to behold, Her tresses shone like flowing gold, And nigh her stood that urchin bold, Young Love, who gives earth law.
The Boy drew near me, smiled, and laughed,
And from his quiver drew A delicately pointed shaft
Whose mission I well knew. But that bright maiden raised her hand, And in a tone of high command Exclaimed, " Forbear ! put up your brand,—■
He hath not come to woo." |
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" Damsel of the queenly brow,"
I spake, "my life, my love, What name, I pray thee, bearest thou
Here or in heaven above ? '' " Banba and Eire am I called, And Heber's kingdom, now enthralled, I mourn my heroes, fetter-galled,
While all alone I rove."
Together then in that sweet place
In saddest mood we spoke, Lamenting much the valiant race
Who wear the exile's yoke, And never hear aught glad or blithe, Naught but the sound of spade or scythe, And .see naught but the willow withe,
Or gloomy grove of oak. |
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