| Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900. |
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| Dora Sigerson. d. 1918 |
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| 881. Ireland |
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| 'TWAS the dream of a God, | |
| And the mould of His hand, | |
| That you shook 'neath His stroke, | |
| That you trembled and broke | |
| To this beautiful land. | 5 |
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| Here He loosed from His hold | |
| A brown tumult of wings, | |
| Till the wind on the sea | |
| Bore the strange melody | |
| Of an island that sings. | 10 |
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| He made you all fair, | |
| You in purple and gold, | |
| You in silver and green, | |
| Till no eye that has seen | |
| Without love can behold. | 15 |
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| I have left you behind | |
| In the path of the past, | |
| With the white breath of flowers, | |
| With the best of God's hours, | |
| I have left you at last. | 20 |
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