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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 369 |
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EVA GORE-BOOTH
(Living)
FROM EAST TO WEST
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REAT ships glided into the port: Surely the ships of the gods laden with dreams : And men said, " It is well; They have brought their dreams to us as of old, And now new tales shall be told." But the gods stood on the decks aghast; They saw the earth an iron port; The air a silver citadel, The sky a fortress built of solid gold. Then Prani said, " Here is no place for our dreams." So they flung the great sails over the mast, And sailed out slowly across the seas, Till they came to a twilight land in the west Where old unquiet mysteries And pale discrowned spirits dwell; Where the wind sings a song with a golden lilt And the air flows by in silver streams. There, in wild wastes of the world they built An ivory castle for their dreams.
THE LITTLE WAVES OF BREFFNY
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HE Grand Road from the mountain goes shining to the sea, And there is traffic in it, and many a horse and cart; |
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