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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 173 |
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And are those follies going ?
And is my proud heart growing Too cold, or wise, For brilliant eyes
Again to set it glowing ?
No—vain, alas ! th' endeavor
From bonds so sweet to sever — Poor Wisdom's chance Against a glance
Is now as weak as ever! |
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THE YOUNG MAY MOON
THE young May moon is beaming, love, The glowworm's lamp is gleaming, love, How sweet to rove Through Morn a's grove, While the drowsy world is dreaming, love ! Then awake !—the heavens look bright, my dear ! 'Tis never too late for delight, my dear ! And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
Now all the world is sleeping, love,
But the sage, his star-watch keeping, love,
And I, whose star,
More glorious far, Is the eye from that casement peeping, love. Then awake !—till rise of sun, my dear, The sage's glass we'll shun, my dear,
Or, in watching the flight
Of bodies of light, He might happen to take thee for one, my dear ! |
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