From the Land of Dreams By John Todhunter. With an introduction by T. W. Rolleston |
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 | From the Land of Dreams |  |
WAITING
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Lone is my waiting here under the tree,Under our tree of the woods, where I wait and wait;
Why loiter those white little feet that would bring you to me,
Where are the warm sweet arms that are leaving me desolate,
Oona, asthore mochree?
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Oona, the woods are sighing—they sigh and say:The wind of summer will pass like a lover's sigh,
And love's glad hour as lightly passes away;
Come to me then, ere my longing hope of despair shall die,
Oona, asthore mochree!
| From the Land of Dreams | |