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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 195
I have seen the slow unfolding of bud and leaf and
life; I have seen immortal good ripening on through mortal strife — Oh, I have seen ! I have seen!
SONG
[In imitation of the style of the Celtic writers of the seventeenth century. Though not a translation, it closely follows the fancies and mannerisms of the time.]
O
NE morning by the streamlet I walked, and gazing round, I saw the low sun sending its beams along the ground, I saw the birch-tree bending, its gray stem lightly crowned.
As I wast wandering slowly, in still and thoughtful
moocl, I heard the water falling anear me as I stood, And shouts of cuckoos calling within the far-off wood.
I lifted up mine eyelids, and there along the way, I saw a fair young woman, all clad in bright array, And I wondered were she human—in the early dawning day.
Her breath was as the honey wrought by the wandering bee;
Her lips as two red berries, plucked from the rowan tree;
And rose-red as young cherries her round cheek, fresh and free. |
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