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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 179 |
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CHARLES PELHAM MULVANY (1835-1885)
LONG DESERTED
YON old house in moonlight sleeping, Once it held a lady fair, Long ago she left it weeping, Still the old house standeth there — That old pauper house unmeet for the pleasant village street —
With its eyeless window sockets,
And its courts all grass o'ergrown, And the weeds above its doorway
Where the flowers are carved in stone, And its chimneys lank and high like gaunt tombstones on the sky.
Ruined, past all care and trouble,
Like the heir of some old race Whose past glories but redouble
Present ruin and disgrace, For whom none are left that bear hope or sorrow anywhere.
Lost old house ! and I was happy
'Neath thy shade one summer night, When on one that walked beside me Gazed I by the lingering light, In the depths of her dark eyes searching for ray destinies. |
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