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IRISH SONGS JND LYRICS 467 |
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THOMAS KEOHLER
(Living)
APOLOGY
I
N the garden of my youth Where the flowers' pale perfumes swayed, Passion called me and I went Fearfully yet undismayed.
In the garden left my dreams
Of a life that might have grown Silently to interweave
With the spirit world alone.
Why should I thus meekly yield
At the first sound of a voice; At the beckoning of a finger
Rush like one without a choice?
Could the heart that nursed reared All my youth's pale bloom of dreams,
Also bear this flaring foliage With its blossoms' fiery gleams ?
Surely not a chance desire
Lent my feet the will to go; But a deeper thinking, sinking
To the soul of things below: |
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