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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GENUINE ETHEREALITY. |
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GENUINE ETHEREALITY.
Mine eyes, of old the beamiest of the beamy,Are now, alas! the filmiest of the filmy:
So meagre am I, too, no lath is like me;
Death, for my shadowy thinness, cannot see me,
And when he enters my sad cell to kill me,
His lance will not know how or when to strike me!
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