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Oh, ye Dead! oh, ye Dead! whom we know by the

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From your cold gleaming eyes, though you move like

men who live,
Why leave you thus your graves,

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In far off fields and waves,
Where the worm and the sea-bird only know your

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It is true-it is true-we are shadows cold and wan;
It is true—it is true-all the friends we loved

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Of the fields and the flowers in our youth we wander'd

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That, ere condemn'd we go

To freeze ʼmid Hecla's* snow,
We would taste it awhile, and dream we live once

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* Paul Zeland mentions that there is a mountain in some part of Ireland, where the ghosts of persons who have died in foreign lands walk about and converse with those they meet, like living people. If asked why they do not return to their homes, they say they are obliged to go to Mount Hecla, and disappear immediately.

+ The particulars of the tradition respecting O'Donohue and his White Horse, may be found in Mr. Weld's Account of Killarney, or, more fully detailed, in Derrick's Letters, For many years after his death, the spirit of this hero is supposed to have been seen, on the morning of May-day, gliding over the lake on his favourite white horse, to the sound of sweet, unearthly music, and preceded by groups of youths and maidens, who flung wreaths of delicate spring-flowers in his path.

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Sweet May, sweet May, shine thou for me; For still, when thy earliest beams arise, That youth, who beneath the blue lake lies,

Sweet May, sweet May, returns to me.

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Of all the smooth lakes, where daylight leaves
His lingering smile on golden eves,

Fair Lake, fair Lake, thou’rt dear to me;
For when the last April sun grows dim,
Thy Naiads prepare his steed for him
Who dwells, who dwells, bright Lake, in thee.

III.
Of all the proud steeds, that ever bore
Young plumed Chiefs on sea or shore,

White Steed, white Steed, most joy to thee,
Who still with the first young glance of spring
From under that glorious lake dost bring,

Proud Steed, proud Steed, my love to me.

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Lakes, it is said that there was a young and beautiful girl, visionary chieftain, that she fancied herself in love with him, and at last, in a fit of insanity, on a May-morning, threw herself into the Lake.

IV. While, white as the sail some bark unfurls, When newly launch’d, thy long mane* curls,

Fair Steed, fair Steed, as white and free ; And spirits, from all the lake's deep bowers, Glide o'er the blue wave scattering flowers,

Fair Steed, around my love and thee.

V.
Of all the sweet deaths that maidens die,
Whose lovers beneath the cold waye lie,

Most sweet, most sweet, that death will be, Which under the next May-evening's light, When thou and thy steed are lost to sight,

Dear love, dear love, I'll die for thee.

* The boatmen at Killarney call those waves which come on a windy day, crested with foam, “O'Donohue's white horses."

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How sweet the answer Echo makes

To Music at night,
When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes,
And far away, o'er lawns and lakes,

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Yet Love hath echoes truer far,

And far more sweet,
Than e'er, beneath the moonlight's star,
Of horn, or lute, or soft guitar,

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'Tis when the sigh in youth sincere,

And only then,
The sigh, that's breathed for one to hear,
Is by that one, that only dear,

Breathed back again!

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