Ballads of Irish chivalry | ||
FAIR HELEN OF THE DELL.
I
Though joy his flow'rs be twining,And thou in beauty shining,
Yet oh! in joy's declining
I'd love thee still as well;
Wherever fortune lead thee,
Or wind or wave can speed thee,
This true heart still shall heed thee,
Fair Helen of the Dell.
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II
I've never yet beholdenA form so finely moulden,
Thy hair a sunset golden,
Thy voice the clear harp's swell;
Thine eyes have Heav'n's own brightness,
Thy neck the lily's whiteness,
Thy step the hill-stream's lightness,
Fair Helen of the Dell.
III
Few summers thou hast numbered;Thy heart to this has slumbered;
Love leads it now uncumbered
In his bright bowers to dwell;
He casts his splendour o'er thee,
He walks in light before thee,
That I may wild adore thee,
Fair Helen of the Dell.
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