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If I were as I once was, the strong hoofs crushing the sand and the shells,
Coming out of the sea as the dawn comes, a chaunt
And each of the huge white creatures was huger than fourscore men;
The tops of their ears were feathered, their hands were th
Much wondering to see upon all hands, of wattles and woodwork made,
Your bell-mounted churches, and guardless the sacred cair
A lady with soft eyes like funeral tapers,
And face that seemed wrought out of moonlit vapours,
The hare grows old as she plays in the sun
And gazes around her with eyes of brightness;
And if joy were not on the earth,
There were an end of change and birth,
Put the staff in my hands; for I go to the Fenians, O cleric, to chaunt
The war-songs that roused them of old; they will rise
O Patrick! for a hundred years
The gentle Niamh was my wife;
It were sad to gaze on the blessèd and no man I loved of old there;
I throw down the chain of small stones! when life in my
Saint, do you weep? I hear amid the thunder
The Fenian horses; armour torn asunder;
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