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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 535 |
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ELLA YOUNG
{Living)
A DREAM OF TIR-NAN-OGE
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ITHOUT, a grayness floods the skies; Within, a deeper grayness spares All the pale twilight world that lies Beyond my glimmering window squares.
I watch the gathering shadows creep
About the tree-tops, as of yore We used to watch them, brooding deep
On some strange tale of faery lore.
The darkening branches move and sway, The stars look through the tangled dusk,
Thine eyes are there; I throw away The years without thee, like a husk.
We are together, and o'erhead The trees lean close to shut us in,
The giant trees whose branches spread Back to the world where dreams begin.
O dim and deep this forest heart And far away from haunts of pain:
Dream-fair its shadows meet and part: The light comes through like golden rain. |
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