Poems of James Clarence Mangan (Many hitherto uncollected): Centenary edition: Edited, with preface and notes by D. J. O'Donoghue: Introduction by John Mitchel |
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TO MIHRI.
My starlight, my moonlight, my midnight, my noonlight,
Unveil not, unveil not! or millions must pine.
Ah, didst thou lay bare those dark tresses of thine,
Even night would seem bright
To the hue of thy hair,
Which is black as despair!
Unveil not, unveil not! or millions must pine.
Ah, didst thou lay bare those dark tresses of thine,
Even night would seem bright
To the hue of thy hair,
Which is black as despair!
My starlight, my moonlight, my midnight, my noonlight,
Unveil not, unveil not! or millions must pine.
Ah, didst thou disclose those bright features of thine,
The Red Vale would look pale
By thy cheek which so glows
That it shames the rich rose!
Unveil not, unveil not! or millions must pine.
Ah, didst thou disclose those bright features of thine,
The Red Vale would look pale
By thy cheek which so glows
That it shames the rich rose!
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My starlight, my moonlight, my midnight, my noonlight,
Unveil not, unveil not! or millions must pine.
Ah, didst thou lay bare that white bosom of thine,
The bright sun would grow dim
Nigh a rival so rare
And so radiantly fair!
My starlight, my moonlight, my midnight, my noonlight.
Unveil not! Unveil not!
Unveil not, unveil not! or millions must pine.
Ah, didst thou lay bare that white bosom of thine,
The bright sun would grow dim
Nigh a rival so rare
And so radiantly fair!
My starlight, my moonlight, my midnight, my noonlight.
Unveil not! Unveil not!
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