Ballads of Irish chivalry By Robert Dwyer Joyce: Edited, with Annotations, by his brother P. W. Joyce |
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THE FLAME THAT BURNED SO BRIGHTLY.
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There shone a light in a window pane,Still burning brightly burning,
It gleamed afar o'er Cleena's main
On Donall's bark returning;
He gazed far up the cliffs between—
The hamlet glimmered nightly—
And he thought he saw his own Kathleen
By the flame that burned so brightly.
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It was upon All-Hallows night,When candles bright were burning,
That gleamed that clear and constant light
On Donall's bark returning;
Like a star it lighted the darkening scene,
It made his heart beat lightly,
For he thought he saw his own Kathleen
By the flame that burned so brightly.
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He moored his bark the hamlet near,Where bright the lights were burning;
But a wail fell sad on his startled ear,
All-Hallows night returning;
He heard a name in that piercing keen,
He saw a shroud gleam whitely—
'Twas the death-wake light of his own Kathleen,
That flame that burned so brightly!
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