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I LOVED A MAID.
I
I loved a maid by Geerait's lea,And knew by many a token
That love dwelt in her heart for me,
Though long it lived unspoken;
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But she has crossed the ocean blue—
Yet can the links that fondly grew
Thus round our hearts be broken?
II
Ah! many a morn and starry nightMay sink down Time's dark river,
And youth may fade like all things bright,
But nought our souls can sever;
For love shall live, the love of yore,
That filled our hearts by Geerait's shore,
Though angry oceans spread and roar
Between us still for ever.
III
There's many a maid 'neath Daragh's crestWhose fond love I might waken,
But never from my lonely breast
Can thought of her be taken:—
I gaze on them, but constantly
Think, think on her beyond the sea:
Thus love and grief have dwelt with me,
And ne'er my heart forsaken.
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