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IRISH SONGS AND LTRICS |
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She turned her straining eyes within; She sighed both long and low. " Shut up the door; take out the pin, Then, if it must be so.
"But, daughter, set the wick alight, And put it in the pane; If any should come home to-night, He'll see it through the rain.
" Nay, leave the pin beneath the latch; If some one push the door, Across my broken dreams I'll hear His footstep on the floor."
She crouched within the ingle nook,
She spread her fingers sere, Her failed eyes, had a far-off look,
Despite her fourscore year.
And if in youth they had been fair, 'Twas not the charm they had,
Not the old beauty lingering there, But something weird and sad.
The daughter, in the firelight pale,
A woman gray and wan, Sat listening, while half dream, half wail,
Her words went wandering on ;
" O river that dost never halt Till down beyond the bar Thou meet'st the breakers green and salt That bore my lads afar — |
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