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304 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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Come with me to the hill I pray,
And I will prove that blessed freet."
They rose with soft and silent feet, They left their mother where she lay
Their mother and her care discreet, (All, alas 1 and well away !)
And soon they reached the Fairy Well, The mountain's eye, clear, cold, and gray,
Wide open in the dreary fell;
How long they stood 'twere vain to tell. At last upon the point of day,
Bawn Una bares her bosom's swell, (All, alas! and well away !)
Thrice o'er her shrinking breast she laves The gliding glance that will not stay
Of subtly-streaming fairy waves;
And now the charmed three brackens craves: She plucks them in their fringed array;
Now round the well her fate she braves. (All, alas ! and well away!)
Save us all from Fairy thrall;
Ellen sees her face—the rim — Twice and thrice and that is all,
Fount and hill and maiden swim,
All together melting dim ! "Una, Una," thou may'st call,
Sister sad, but lith or limb (Save us all from Fairy thrall)
Never again of Una bawn Where now she walks in dreamy hall
Shall eye of mortal look upon ;
O can it be the guard was gone, That better guard than shield or wall ? |
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