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Hearing the storm of thy song blown from the height of the skies:—

Something remains upon earth to be done, to be dared, to be sought for,

Up with the anchor once more—out with the sails to the blast!

Out to the shock of the seas that encircle the Fortunate Islands,

Vision that burns in the blood, home of the Wind of the Spring.

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 MIDIR THE PROUD INVITES QUEEN ETAIN TO FAIRYLAND[1]

Come with me, Etain, O come away,

To that Oversea Land of mine!

Where music haunts the happy day,

And rivers run with wine.

Careless we live, and young and gay,

And none saith ’mine’ or ’thine.’

Golden curls on the proud young head,

And pearls in the tender mouth—

Manhood, womanhood, white and red,

And love that grows not loth

When all the world’s desires are dead,

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