The golden summer sunlight gleam

On the green banks of storied Boyne.

Ah, in those happy days how well

Did wood and field and water join

To weave the wild earth’s mighty spell!

Gone, gone! and you are also gone,

On dark tides that you sailed alone;

And scarcely more for you than me

Those days are done! O, morning sea,

Where all the morning in our blood

Sang, as we faced the glittering flood!

O, bays the wild sea-murmur fills,

And hot gorse-perfume from the hills!

O, lonely places, echoing

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With sound of waters, wave or stream,

Haunted by timid foot and wing,

I see you now but in a dream—

Old days, old friends, we part, we part;

Yet still your memory in my heart

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