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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 287 |
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From the olden fountain more than light or peace or
dream, Such primeval being as o'erfills the heart with awe, Growing one with its silent stream. |
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CONNLA'S WELL1
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CABIN on the mountainside hid in a grassy nook, With door and window open wide, where friendly stars may look, The rabbit shy can patter in, the winds may enter
free — Who throng around the mountain throne in living ecstasy.
And when the sun sets dimmed in eve, and purple
fills the air, I think the sacred hazel-tree is dropping berries there, From starry fruitage waved aloft where Connla's well
o'erflovvs; For, sure, the immortal waters run through every wind
that blows.
I think, when night towers up aloft and shakes the trembling dew,
1" Sinend, daughter of Lodan Lucharglan, son of Ler, out of the Land of Promise, went to Connla's Well, which is under sea, to behold it. That is a well at which are the hazels of wisdom and inspirations, that is, the hazels of the science of poetry, and in the same hour their fruit and their blossom and their foliage break forth, and then fall upon the well in the same shower, which raises upon the water a royal surge of purple."—The Voyage of Bran. |
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