ETHNA, TO CULL SWEET FLOWERS DIVINELY FAIR, TO SEEK FOR GEMS OF SUCH TRANSPARENT LIGHT AS WOULD NOT BE UNWORTHY TO UNITE ROUND THY FAIR BROW, AND THROUGH THY DARK-BROWN HAIR, I WOULD THAT I HAD WINGS TO CLEAVE THE AIR, IN SEARCH OF SOME FAR REGION OF DELIGHT, THAT BACK TO THEE FROM THAT ADVENTUROUS FLIGHT, A GLORIOUS WREATH MY HAPPY HANDS MIGHT BEAR; SOON WOULD THE SWEETEST PERSIAN ROSE BE THINE-- SOON WOULD THE GLORY OF GOLCONDA'S MINE FLASH ON THY FOREHEAD, LIKE A STAR--AH! ME, IN PLACE OF THESE, I BRING, WITH TREMBLING HAND, THESE FADING WILD FLOWERS FROM OUR NATIVE LAND-- THESE SIMPLE PEBBLES FROM THE IRISH SEA! |
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