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Epilogue.
Is there one desires to hear
If, within the shores of Eirë,
Eyes may still behold the scene
Fair from Fand's enticements?
If, within the shores of Eirë,
Eyes may still behold the scene
Fair from Fand's enticements?
Let him seek the southern hills,
And those lakes of loveliest water,
Where the richest bloom of spring's
Burns to reddest autumn:
And the clearest echo sings
Notes a goddess taught her.
And those lakes of loveliest water,
Where the richest bloom of spring's
Burns to reddest autumn:
And the clearest echo sings
Notes a goddess taught her.
Ah! 'twas very long ago,
And the words are now denied her:
But the purple hillsides know
Still the tones delightsome:
And their breasts impassioned glow
As were Fand beside them.
And the words are now denied her:
But the purple hillsides know
Still the tones delightsome:
And their breasts impassioned glow
As were Fand beside them.
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And though many an isle be fair,
Fairer still is Inisfallen,
Since the hour Cuhoolin lay,
In the bower enchanted:
See! the ash, that waves to-day,
Fand its grandsire planted.
Fairer still is Inisfallen,
Since the hour Cuhoolin lay,
In the bower enchanted:
See! the ash, that waves to-day,
Fand its grandsire planted.
When from wave to mountain top
All delight thy sense bewilders,
Thou shalt own the wonder wrought
Once by her skill'd fingers,
Still, though many an age be gone,
Round Killarney lingers.
All delight thy sense bewilders,
Thou shalt own the wonder wrought
Once by her skill'd fingers,
Still, though many an age be gone,
Round Killarney lingers.
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