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Bitter and selfish sorrow, poverty, strife and ruth, / Fear of the dreadful morrow, -- these took away our youth. / Ængus is bending o'er us -- we are too old to see, / Too old to hear before us moon-drenchèd songs of Shee.
Dreamer of dreams and lover, young as are love and dreams, / Show us the Shee that hover over the silver streams, / Give us the song and story, make us to live anew, / Bathed in your youthful glory let us be young like you.