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CAOINE.
Cold, dark, and dumb lies my boy on his bed;
Cold, dark, and silent the night dews are shed;
Hot, swift, and fierce fall my tears for the dead!
Cold, dark, and silent the night dews are shed;
Hot, swift, and fierce fall my tears for the dead!
His footprints lay light in the dew of the dawn
As the straight, slender track of the young mountain fawn;
But I'll ne'er again follow them over the lawn.
As the straight, slender track of the young mountain fawn;
But I'll ne'er again follow them over the lawn.
His manly cheek blushed with the sun's rising ray,
And he shone in his strength like the sun at midday;
But a cloud of black darkness has hid him away.
And he shone in his strength like the sun at midday;
But a cloud of black darkness has hid him away.
And that black cloud for ever shall cling to the skies:
And never, ah, never, I'll see him arise,
Lost warmth of my bosom, lost light of my eyes!
And never, ah, never, I'll see him arise,
Lost warmth of my bosom, lost light of my eyes!
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