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136 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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I called to Oisin and he obeyed —
Out of the sunshine into the shade,
Though the words were out and the warhorns blew
And wisdom and pride my voice gainsaid.
But a hundred years, or a thousand years,
I kept my lover from hopes and fears —
In Druid dark on my arm he slept.
Shall I not keep men even as I kept ?
'Twixt a man and his wisdom let blow my hair,
The man is beside me, and wisdom's—where ? |
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The Fenians died and the high Gods die, But spring's immortal, and so am I. I am young, I am swift, I am fair to see, My blood is the sap running new in the tree. Shall I not keep men even as I kept Oisin free from his falling sept ? Who shall deny me, or who gainsay, For the world is beginning anew to-day? Youth is glad, for the world is wide; Tarry, O Youth ! Love is here at thy side.
The world is beginning anew to-day;
Fire is awake in each clod of clay;
The ragweeds know what has never been told
By the old to the young, or the young to the old.
The hawthorns tell it in broad daylight;
The evening primrose awaits the night,
Her beautiful secret she shuts in close
Till the last late bee goes home from the rose.
And I am the secret, the flower, and the tree;
I am Beauty; O Youth, I have blossomed for thee. |
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