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Oh, a wan cloud was drawn o'er the dim weeping dawn As to
Shannon's side I return'd at last And the heart in my breast for the girl I
lov'd best Was beating, ah, beating, loud and fast! While the doubts
and the fears of the long aching years Seem'd mingling their voices with
the moaning flood Till full in my path, like a wild water wrath My true
love's shadow lamenting stood.
But the sudden sun kiss'd the cold, cruel
mist Into dancing show'rs of diamond dew And the dark flowing stream
laugh'd back to his beam And the lark soared aloft in the blue While no
phantom of night but a form of delight Ran with arms outspread to her
darling boy And the girl I love best on my wild throbbing breast Hid
her thousand treasures with cry of joy.
And the girl I love best on my
wild throbbing breast Hid her thousand treasures with cry of joy. |
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