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Dusk its ash-grey blossoms sheds on violet skies, / Over twilight mountains where the heart songs rise, / Rise and fall and fade away from earth to air.
Earth renews the music sweeter. Oh, come there.
Come, acushla, come, as in ancient times / Rings aloud the underland with faery chimes.
Down the unseen ways as strays each tinkling fleece / Winding ever onward to a fold of peace, / So my dreams go straying in a land more fair; / Half I tread the dew-wet grasses, half wander there.
Fade your glimmering eyes in a world grown cold; / Come, acushla, with me to the mountains old.
There the bright ones call us waving to and fro -- / Come, my children, with me to the ancient go.