The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter With an Introduction by George Meredith |
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SPRING SONG: TO IRELAND |
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SPRING SONG: TO IRELAND
Weep no more, heart of my heart, no more!
The night has passed and the dawn is here,
The cuckoo calls from the budding trees,
And tells us that Spring is near.
The night has passed and the dawn is here,
The cuckoo calls from the budding trees,
And tells us that Spring is near.
Sorrow no more, beloved, no more!
For see, sweet emblem of hope untold,
The tears that soft on the shamrocks fall
There turn to blossoms of gold.
For see, sweet emblem of hope untold,
The tears that soft on the shamrocks fall
There turn to blossoms of gold.
Winter has gone with his blighting breath,
No more to chill thee with cold or fear,
The brook laughs loud in its liberty,
Green buds on the hedge appear.
No more to chill thee with cold or fear,
The brook laughs loud in its liberty,
Green buds on the hedge appear.
Weep no more, life of my heart, no more!
The birds are carolling sweet and clear;
The warmth of Summer is in the breeze,
And the Spring—the Spring is here.
The birds are carolling sweet and clear;
The warmth of Summer is in the breeze,
And the Spring—the Spring is here.
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