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Who will go drive with Fergus now, / And pierce the deep wood's woven shade, / And dance upon the level shore?
Young man, lift up your russet brow, / And lift your tender eyelids, maid, / And brood on hopes and fears no more.
And no more turn aside and brood / Upon Love's bitter mystery; / For Fergus rules the brazen cars, / And rules the shadows of the wood, / And the white breast of the dim sea / And all dishevelled wandering stars.