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Bright above us hangs the golden noon,
While the ash-tree shades thy slumber;
Sleep, O mortal lover,
And dream of me!
While the ash-tree shades thy slumber;
Sleep, O mortal lover,
And dream of me!
Sleep, Cuhoolin!
Twice already to my song's enchantment
Hast thou slumbered:
In each dream I give thee losing
Something of a past that fades;
Only one memory unshaken
Still within thy mind remains:
By its virtue, child and country
Lingering, but as shadows, still.
Twice already to my song's enchantment
Hast thou slumbered:
In each dream I give thee losing
Something of a past that fades;
Only one memory unshaken
Still within thy mind remains:
By its virtue, child and country
Lingering, but as shadows, still.
All shall fade, when my full charm from Emer
Sets thy memory free:
Slumber, happy dreamer;
Thou shalt dream of me.
Sets thy memory free:
Slumber, happy dreamer;
Thou shalt dream of me.
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