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But none was lovely as the eye That shone beside me there! Above our heads an ancient oak Its strong, wide arms held out, And from its roots a fountain broke, With a tiny laughing shout; And the fairy people of the wild Were bending to their rest, As trustingly as sleeps the child Upon its mother's breast. Soft, silvery cloudlets, pure and white, Along the sky were hung, As if the spirits of the night Their mantles there had flung; And then the night-breeze pensively Sighed from its unseen throne, And far o'er field, and flower, and tree, A hallowed light came down. But in our breasts was springing up A something lovelier far, Than field, or tree, or flow'ret's cup, Or sun, or moon, or star! We heeded not the fountain near, Its song of gladness singing, For in our hearts a fount more dear, And pure, and sweet, was springing. And she was one whom fortune's smile Had gladdened from her birth, Yet her high spirit knew no guile, No blot nor stain of earth; And I was but a friendless boy, And yet her heart was mine; I knew it, and the thought was joy, A joy all, all divine! From out a braided mass she took This single lock of jet, And gave it with that pleading look Which, said, "Do not forget." Forget! as soon the waves that roll The ocean's caves above, May tell their secrets, as the soul Forget its earliest love. It has been with me now for years, Long years of care and strife, And shall be with me till time wears Away my web of life. And when death's keen, resistless dart, Shall bid its sorrows cease, This tress shall rest upon my heart, Its talisman of peace. "'Twas little she thought that I stood breathless by her side listening to the song she sang as she sat by the sea's edge, pondering so deeply, upon me too perhaps, that the white foam glimmered on her brow unheeded." Onagh, The Pale Child of the Brehon King. She stood beside the wide wild sea, The winds howled hoarse and high, And dark clouds, drifting drearily, Swept o'er the starless sky. Her breast was white as mountain snow, Her locks hung loose and free, T
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