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I pray thee grant but this, — From thy dear mouth one kiss,
That the pang of death-despair pass over: Or bid make ready nigh The place where I shall lie,
For aye, thy leal and silent lover. |
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SOLACE IN WINTER
From the Irish : Cailti loquitur
From Silva Gadelica « Colloquy with the ancients Circa A. D. 1200
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HILL the winter, cold the wind, Up the stag springs, stark of mind : Fierce and bare the mountain fells— But the brave stag boldly bells.
He will set not side to rest On Sliav Carna's snowy breast; Echta's stag, also rousing, Hears wail of wolves carousing.
Cailte I, and Diarmid Donn, Oft, with Oscar apt to run, When piercing night was paling Heard rousing wolves a-wailing.
Sound may sleep the russet stag, With his hide hid in the crag; Him, hidden, nothing aileth When piercing night prevaileth. |
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