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The GOLDEN TREASURY of IRISH SONGS and LYRICS |
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CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER (1818-1895)
DREAMS
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EYOND, beyond the mountain line, The gray-stone and the boulder, Beyond the growth of dark green pine, That crowns its western shoulder, There lies that fairy-land of mine, Unseen of a beholder.
Its fruits are all like rubies rare;
Its streams are clear as glasses; There golden castles hang in air,
And purple grapes in masses, And noble knights and ladies fair
Come riding down the passes.
Ah me ! they say if I could stand
Upon those mountain ledges, I should but see on either hand
Plain fields and dusty hedges; And yet I know my fairy-land
Lies somewhere o'er their edges. |
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