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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 229 |
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AUBREY T. DE VERE (1814-1902)
DIRGE OF RORY O'MORE
A. D. 1642
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P the sea-saddened valley, at evening's decline, A heifer walks lowing—"the Silk of the Kine; " From the deep to the mountains she roams, and again From the mountain's green urn to the purple-rimmed main.
What seek'st thou, sad mother? Thine own is not
thine! He dropped from the headland—he sank in the
brine! 'Twas a dream! but in dreams at thy foot did he
follow Through the meadow-sweet on by the marish and
mallow!
Was he thine ? Have they slain him ? Thou seek'st
him, not knowing Thyself, too, art theirs—thy sweet breath and sad
lowing ! Thy gold horn is theirs, thy dark eye and thy silk, And that which torments thee, thy milk, is their milk! |
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