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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed.  Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Ireland: Vol. V.  1876–79.
The Lapful of Nuts
Sir Samuel Ferguson (1810–1886)
WHENE’ER I see soft hazel eyes
  And nut-brown curls,
I think of those bright days I spent
  Among the Limerick girls;
When up through Cratla woods I went,        5
  Nutting with thee;
And we plucked the glossy clustering fruit
  From many a bending tree.
Beneath the hazel boughs we sat,
  Thou, love, and I,        10
And the gathered nuts lay in thy lap,
  Beneath thy downcast eye;
But little we thought of the store we ’d won,
  I, love, or thou;
For our hearts were full, and we dare not own        15
  The love that ’s spoken now.
O, there ’s wars for willing hearts in Spain,
  And high Germanie!
And I ’ll come back, erelong, again,
  With knightly fame and fee:        20
And I ’ll come back, if I ever come back,
  Faithful to thee,
That sat with thy white lap full of nuts
  Beneath the hazel-tree.

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