From the Hills of Dream Mountain Songs and Island Runes [by William Sharp] |
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At the Rising of the Moon. |
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At the Rising of the Moon.
At the rising of the moonAt the rising of the moon I heard the falling echo of a song, down by the linn where the wild-brier hangs over the swirling foam. Ah swirling foam, ah poignant breath of the wild brier, now that I hear no haunting-sweet echo of a falling song at the rising of the moon.
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