 | The Irish Poems of Alfred Perceval Graves |  |
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Little sister, whom the Fay
Hides away within his doon,
Deep below yon tufted fern,
Oh, list and learn my magic tune.
Hides away within his doon,
Deep below yon tufted fern,
Oh, list and learn my magic tune.
Long ago, when snared like thee
By the Shee, my harp and I
O'er them wove the slumber spell,
Warbling well its lullaby.
By the Shee, my harp and I
O'er them wove the slumber spell,
Warbling well its lullaby.
Till with dreamy smiles they sank,
Rank on rank, before the strain;
Then I rose from out the rath
And found my path to earth again.
Rank on rank, before the strain;
Then I rose from out the rath
And found my path to earth again.
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Little sister, to my woe
Hid below among the Shee,
List and learn my magic tune,
That it full soon may succour thee.
Hid below among the Shee,
List and learn my magic tune,
That it full soon may succour thee.
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