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484 THE GOLDEN TREMURT OF |
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EDMUND LEAMY (1848- )
A ROYAL LOVE
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LOVED a love—a royal love — In the golden long ago; And she was fair as fair could be, The foam upon the broken sea, The sheen of sun, or moon, or star, The sparkle from the diamond spar, Not half so rare and radiant are
As my own love—my royal love — In the golden long ago.
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And she had stately palace halls —
In the golden long ago; And warriors, men of stainless swords, Were seated at her festive boards, Fierce champions of her lightest words, While hymned the bard the chieftains' praise, And sang their deeds of battle days,
To cheer my love—my royal love — In the golden long ago. |
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