While the snow-frail maiden, Waits the time of learning, To the passion laden Turn with eager yearning. 

 While the heart is burning Heaven with earth is banded: To the stars returning Go not empty-handed. 

 Ah, the snow-frail maiden! Somehow truth has missed her, Left the heart unladen For its burdened sister. 

 

 

   TWILIGHT BY THE CABIN 

 Dusk, a pearl-grey river, o'er Hill and vale puts out the day— What do you wonder at, asthore, What's away in yonder grey? 

 Dark the eyes that linger long— Dream-fed heart, awake, come in, Warm the hearth and gay the song: Love with tender words would win. 

 Fades the eve in dreamy fire, But the heart of night is lit: Ancient beauty, old desire, By the cabin doorway flit. 

 This is Etain's land and line, And the homespun cannot hide Kinship with a race divine, Thrill of rapture, light of pride. 

 There her golden kinsmen are: And her heart a moment knew Angus like the evening star Fleeting through the dusk and dew. 

 Throw the woman's mask away: Wear the opal glimmering dress; Let the feathered starlight ray Over every gleaming tress. 

 Child of Etain, wherefore leave Light and laughter, joyful years, For the earth's grey coloured eve Ever dropping down with tears? 

 Was it for some love of old? Ah, reveal thyself. The bars On the gateway would not hold: He will follow to the stars. 

 

 

 BEAUTY 

 My spirit would have beauty to build its magic art Come hither, star of evening, and dwell within my heart Oh, twilight, fall in pearl dew, each healing drop may bring Some image of the song the Quiet seems to sing. 

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