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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 295 |
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THE MEMORY OF EARTH
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N the wet dusk silver sweet, Down the violet-scented ways, As I moved with quiet feet I was met by mighty days.
On the hedge the hanging dew
Glassed the eve and stars and skies;
While I gazed a madness grew Into the thundered battle-cries.
Where the hawthorn glimmered white Flashed the spear and fell the stroke —
Ah, what faces pale and bright Where the dazzling battle broke !
There a hero-hearted queen
With young beauty led the van:
Gone ! the darkness flowed between All the ancient wars of man.
While I paced the valley's gloom, Where the rabbits pattered near,
Shone a temple and a tomb With the legend carven clear:
" Time put by a myriad fates
That her day might dawn in glory ;
Death made wide a million gates So to close her tragic story." |
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