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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 331 |
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In the bird's house of emerald The sun is weaving webs of gold ! He never coldly went apart! She never broke her passionate heart!
Pipeth clear from the orchard close A thrush in the bowers of white and rose ! She waketh praying : " God is good, With visions for my solitude."
For full delight of birds and flowers The long day spins its golden hours. She serves the household destinies; The dream is happy in her eyes.
THE TREES
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HESE be God's fair high palaces, Walled with fine leafen trellises, Interstarred with the warm and luminous azure; Sunlights run laughing through, And rains and honey-dew Scatter pale pearls at every green embrasure.
The tangled twist and twine
Of his soaring staircases have mosses fine
For emerald pavement, and each leafy chamber
Is atmosphered with amber.
Athwart the mellow air
The twinkling threads of gossamer
Shimmer and shine
In many a rainbow line. |
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