 | Collected Poems of Moira O'Neill |  |
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LOST.
Listen, oh my jewel, I would say,—
Only wait to' I can get the word:
Sure I thought I had it sweet an' gay
Like the bravest song o' summer bird.
Faith! I knew it well an' very well
When this hour the rain begun to fall
Now the sorra one o' me can tell
What about it was at all, at all.
Only wait to' I can get the word:
Sure I thought I had it sweet an' gay
Like the bravest song o' summer bird.
Faith! I knew it well an' very well
When this hour the rain begun to fall
Now the sorra one o' me can tell
What about it was at all, at all.
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Listen, oh my jewel, I was wrong,—
Never, never lived a word so sad;
Not the heavy sea that drives along
Bears such weighty throuble as it had.
Och anee! wi' ne'er a voice to cry,
Like the weary cloud or drownin' moon
So it sank, or so was carried by:
Never told is all forgot so soon.
Never, never lived a word so sad;
Not the heavy sea that drives along
Bears such weighty throuble as it had.
Och anee! wi' ne'er a voice to cry,
Like the weary cloud or drownin' moon
So it sank, or so was carried by:
Never told is all forgot so soon.
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