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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 309
For I saw by the sickly moonlight,
As I followed, bending low, That the walking of the stranger
Left no footmarks on the snow.
Then the fear-chill gathered o'er me,
Like a shroud around me cast, As I sank upon, the snowdrift
Where the Shadow-hunter passed.
And the otter-trappers found me,
Before the break of day, With my dark hair blanched and whitened
As the snow in which I lay.
But they spoke not as they raised me;
For they knew that in the night I had seen the Shadow-hunter,
And had withered in his blight.
Sancta Maria speed us !
The sun is falling low,— Before us lies the valley
Of the Walker of the Snow I |
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