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98 MODERN GAELIC BARD.->.
Last week, as I wander' d
Up past the old trees,
I moum'd, while I ponder'd,
What changes one sees I
Just then the fair stranger
Walk'd by with my dear —
Dreaming, unthinking,
I had wander'd too near,
Till, "Heich!" then I cried,—
When I saw
The girl, with her lover, draw
Close to my side —
"Anna, the yellow-hair'd,
Dost thou not see
How thy love unimpair'd
Wearieth me?
'Twas as strong in my absence,
When banish'd from thee —
As heart-stirring, powerful,
Deep as you see —
Heich ! it is now,
At this time,
When up like a leafy bough,
High doth it climb."
Then, haughtily speaking,
She airily said,
" 'Tis in vain for you seeking
To hold up your head :
There were six wooers sought me
While you stay'd away ;
And the absentee surely
Deserved less than they.
Ha! ha! ha!
Are you ill?
But if Love seeks to kill you — bah !
Small is his skill ! "

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