Was sighed between white Deirdre's breasts,

It will not lift the heart above

The sodden clay on which it rests.

Love once had power the gods to bring

All rapt on its wild wandering.

We shiver in the falling dew,

And seek a shelter from the storm:

When man these elder brothers knew

He found the mother nature warm,

A hearth fire blazing through it all,

A home without a circling wall.

We dwindle down beneath the skies,

And from ourselves we pass away:

The paradise of memories

Grows ever fainter day by day.

The shepherd stars have shrunk within,

The world's great night will soon begin.

Will no one, ere it is too late,

Ere fades the last memorial gleam,

Recall for us our earlier state?

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