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LONGING

I

Oh! the sunshine of old Ireland when it lies
On her woods and on her waters,
And gleams through her soft skies
Tenderly as the lovelight in her daughters'
Faithful eyes!

II

Oh! the brown streams of old Ireland, how they leap
From her glens, and fill their hollows
With wild song, till charmed to sleep
By the murmuring bees in meadows where the swallows
Glance and sweep!

III

Oh! my home there in old Ireland, the old ways
We had when I knew only
The ways of one sweet place;
Ere, afar from all I loved, I wandered lonely
Many days.

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IV

Oh! the springtime in old Ireland! O'er the sea
I can smell our hawthorn bushes,
And it all comes back to me—
The sweet air, the old place, the trees, the cows, the thrushes
Mad with glee.

V

I'm weary for old Ireland! Once again
To see her fields before me
In sunshine or in rain;
And the longing in my heart, as it comes o'er me,
Stings like pain.