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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 493 |
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Is that a star ? or the lamp that gleams On some outward voyaging argosy,—
Ah 1 can it be We have lived our lives in a land of dreams !
How sad it seems.
Sweet, there is nothing left to say But this, that love is never lost, Keen winter stabs the breasts of May Whose crimson roses burst his frost, Ships tempest-tossed Will find a harbor in some bay, And so we may.
And there is nothing left to do
But to kiss once again, and part, Nay, there is nothing we should rue, I have my beauty,—you your Art, Nay, do not start, One world was not enough for two Like me and you. |
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