 | Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) |  |
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THE CUP
Chuir Muiril mirr ann,
Chuir Uiril mil ann,
Chuir Muirinn fion ann,
'S chuir Michal ann buadh.
Chuir Uiril mil ann,
Chuir Muirinn fion ann,
'S chuir Michal ann buadh.
“Muriel placed myrrh in it:
Uriel placed honey in it:
Murien placed wine in it:
And Michael strength.”
Uriel placed honey in it:
Murien placed wine in it:
And Michael strength.”
The Cup of bitter-sweet I know
That with old wine of love doth glow:
The dew of tears to it doth go,
And wisdom is its hidden woe.
That with old wine of love doth glow:
The dew of tears to it doth go,
And wisdom is its hidden woe.
Were I but young again to throw
This cup where the wild thistles grow,
Or where, oblivious, ceaseless, slow,
The grey tumultuous waters flow!
This cup where the wild thistles grow,
Or where, oblivious, ceaseless, slow,
The grey tumultuous waters flow!
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