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There's a cure for all things in the well at Ballylee / Where the scarlet cressets hang over the trembling pool: / And joyful winds are blowing from the Land of Youth to me, / And the heart of the earth is full.
Many and many a sunbright maiden saw the enchanted land / With star faces glimmer up from the druid wave: / Many and many a pain of love was soothed by a faery hand / Or lost in the love it gave.
When the quiet with a ring of pearl shall wed the earth, / And the scarlet berries burn dark by the stars in the pool; / Oh, it's lost and deep I'll be amid the windy mirth, / While the heart of the earth is full.