Ballads of Irish chivalry By Robert Dwyer Joyce: Edited, with Annotations, by his brother P. W. Joyce |
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My strength returned. One golden eveAs up the hills I clomb,
Sweet dreams within my heart to weave,
And think upon my far-off home,
I gained a valley lone and deep,
Where Ounanaar's bright waters leap
And fill the thick green woods with song,
Wild tumbling through the dells along.
I sat me by the voiceful stream,—
I sat me in a pleasant dream;
For who could pass that valley fair
And stop not for a moment there?
The green ash o'er the torrent grew,
The oak his strong arms upwards threw
To the blue heavens, as if to clasp
Some wandering cloudlet in his grasp.
The leafy branches thick and green
On all sides made a shadowy screen,
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Beneath me where the torrent sheen,
A mimic lake, all smoothly flowed,
With many a sparkling ripple stealing
Over its breast of radiancy,
Wild beauties on its banks revealing;
And, O, what it revealed to me!
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