 | Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) |  |
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MY BIRDEEN
On bonnie birdeen,
Sweet-bird of my heart—
Tell me, my dear one,
How shall we part?
Sweet-bird of my heart—
Tell me, my dear one,
How shall we part?
He calls me, he cries
Who is father to thee:
O birdeen, his eyes
In these blue eyes I see.
Who is father to thee:
O birdeen, his eyes
In these blue eyes I see.
Thou art wrought of our love,
Of our joy that was slain:
My birdeen, my dove,
My passion, my pain.
Of our joy that was slain:
My birdeen, my dove,
My passion, my pain.
| Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) | |