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526 THE GOLDEN TREASURY- OF |
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She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the
tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her could not
agree.
In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid a snow-white
hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the
weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears. |
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INTO THE TWILIGHT
From " The Wind Among the Reeds "
O
UTWORN heart, in a time outworn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right; Laugh, heart, again in the gray twilight, Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.
Your mother Eire is always young, Dew ever shining and twilight gray ; Though hope fall from you and love decay,
Burning in fires of a slanderous tongue.
Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill: For there the mystical brotherhood Of sun and moon and hollow and wood
And river and stream work out their will;
And God stands winding His lonely horn, And time and the world are ever in flight; |
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