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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 145 |
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Eva, why stay so long? why leave me lone, In the deep valley, to the cold gray stone Pouring my plaints ? O come, divinest fair ! Chase from my breast the demon of despair. The winds are witness to my deep distress, Like the lone wanderer of the wilderness, For thee I languish and for thee I sigh — My Eva, come, or thy poor swain shall die !
And didst thou hear my melancholy lay ? And art thou coming, love ? My Eva ! say ? Thou daughter of a meek-eyed dame, thy face Is lovelier than thy mother's, in soft grace. O yes ! thou comest, Eva ! to my sight An angel minister of heavenly light: — The sons of frozen climes can never see Summer's bright smile so glad as I see thee: Thy steps to me are lovelier than the ray That rose night's cheek with the blush of day. |
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