'From battle banners fold upon purple fold,

'Queens wrought with glimmering hands;

'That saw young Niamh hover with love-lorn face

'Above the wandering tide;

'And lingered in the hidden desolate place,

'Where the last Phœnix died

'And wrapped the flames above his holy head;

'And still murmur and long:

'O Piteous Hearts, changing till change be dead

'In a tumultuous song:'

And cover the pale blossoms of your breast

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With your dim heavy hair,

And trouble with a sigh for all things longing for rest

The odorous twilight there.

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AEDH TELLS OF A VALLEY FULL OF LOVERS

I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs,

For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;

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