And all the dreams of youth.

Away from the cloud of Adam’s sin!

Away from grief and care!

This flowery land thou dwellest in

Seems rude to us and bare,

For the naked strand of the Happy Land

Is twenty times as fair.

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Come, Etain, come to thine ancient home,

And let these mortals be,

Whose world is a glimmer of rainbow foam

On the breast of a boundless Sea!

We shall watch it go, as we watch’d it come,

From the Kingdom of Faëry.

[1] This poem is based on an Irish original in “The Courtship of Etain.” See Leahy’s Heroic Romances of Ireland, vol. i., p. 26.

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 THE SPELL-STRUCK

She walks as she were moving

Some mystic dance to tread,

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