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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 159 |
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THE BELLS
R
ING, little bells, tormenting tunes, Your peal calls up ray scoffs and sneers; Lo, all the bitter words I've said Come back and sting me while you ring.
O forest-bird, forget your songs,
No more built up with these a world
Of swaying trees and falling streams.
O forest-bird, with gold hairs bound,
Built up no more your forest-world,
With song caught from the trees and streams.
THE PLOWER
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UNSET and silence; a man; around him earth savage, earth broken: Beside him two horses, a plow !
Earth savage, earth broken, the brutes, the dawn-man
there in the sunset I And the plow that is twin to the sword, that is founder
of cities !
" Brute-tamer, plow-maker, earth-breaker! Canst
hear ? There are ages between us ! Is it praying you are as you stand there, alone in the
sunset ?
" Surely our sky-born gods can be nought to you,
Earth-child and Earth-master ! Surely your thoughts are of Pan, or of Wotan or
Dana ! |
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