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IT was many and many a year ago,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
I was a child, and she was a child,
But we loved with a love that was more than love,
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of heaven
And this was the reason that, long ago,
So that her high-born kinsmen came
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of many far wiser than we;
And neither the angels in heaven above,
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
And the stars never rise, but I see the bright eyes
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling my darling-my life and my bride In her sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
IF I had thought thou couldst have died,
That thou couldst mortal be:
And still upon that face I look,
And think 'twill smile again;
And still the thought I will not brook
But when I speak-thou dost not say,
If thou wouldst stay, e'en as thou art,
I still might press thy silent heart,
And where thy smiles have been !
I do not think, where'er thou art,
And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart,
Yet there was round thee such a dawn
As fancy never could have drawn,
Twist ye, Twine ye
TWIST ye, twine ye ! even so,
While the mystic twist is spinning,
Passions wild, and follies vain,
Now they wax, and now they dwindle,
Mingle human bliss and woe.
To Lucasta, on going to the Wars
T'ELL me not (sweet) I am unkind,
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind,
True a new mistress now I chase,
Yet this inconstancy is such,
I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
Lov'd I not Honour more.
The Demon Lover
'O WHERE have you been, my long, long love, This long seven years and mair?'
'O I'm come to seek my former vows Ye granted me before.'
'O hold your tongue of your former vows,
O hold your tongue of your former vows,
He turned him right and round about,
'I wad never hae trodden on Irish ground
'I might hae had a king's daughter,
I might have had a king's daughter,
'If ye might have had a king's daughter,
Ye might have taken the king's daughter,
'O faulse are the vows o' womankind,
I never wad hae trodden on Irish ground,
'If I was to leave my husband dear,
O what have you to take me to,
'I hae seven ships upon the sea,
She has taken up her two little babes,
She set her foot upon the ship,
No mariners could she behold; But the sails were o' the taffetie
And the masts o' the beaten gold.
She had not sailed a league, a league,
The masts, that were like the beaten gold,
But the sails, that were o' the taffetie,
They had not sailed a league, a league,
Until she espied his cloven foot,
And she wept right bitterlie.
'O hold your tongue of your weeping,' says he, ( Of your weeping now let me be;
I will show you how the lilies grow
On the banks of Italy?
'O what hills are yon, yon pleasant hills, That the sun shines sweetly on?'
"O yon are the hills of heaven,' he said,
'O whaten a mountain is yon,' she said,
when she turn'd her round about,
Aye taller he seemed to be;
Until that the tops o' the gallant ship
Nae taller were than he.
The clouds grew dark, and the wind grew loud,
And waesome wail'd the snow-white sprites