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142 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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And you have flung love's apple by, and I'm to pluck
it yet: But what are fruits of gramarye with druid dews beset ?
Oh what are magic fruits to him who meets the Lianan-
sidhe Or hears athwart the distance dim Fionn's horn blow
drowsily !
He follows on forever when all your chase is done He follows after shadows, the King of Ireland's son. |
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