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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 183 |
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They parted in sorrow, with vows true and fond; The language of promise had nothing beyond. His soul all on fire, with anxiety burns: The moment is gone—but no maiden returns.
What sounds from the deep meet his terrified ear— What accents of rage and of grief does he hear ? What sees he ? what change has come over the flood — What tinges its green with a jetty of blood?
Can he doubt what the gush of warm blood would explain ? That she sought the consent of her monarch in vain ! — For see all around, in white foam and froth, The waves of the ocean boil up in their wrath !
The palace of crystal has melted in air, And the dyes of the rainbow no longer are there; And grottoes with vapour and clouds are o'ercast, The sunshine is darkness—the vision has past 1
Loud, loud was the call of his serfs for their chief; They sought him with accents of wailing and grief: He heard, and he struggled—a wave to the shore, Exhausted and faint, bears O' Sullivan More ! |
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