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The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Fiona MacLeod (William Sharp) (1855–1905)

The Song of Ethlenn Stuart

HIS face was glad as dawn to me,

His breath was sweet as dusk to me,

His eyes were burning flames to me,

Shule, Shule, Shule, agràh!

The broad noonday was night to me,

The full-moon night was dark to me,

The stars whirled and the Poles span,

The hour God took him far from me.

Perhaps he dreams in heaven now,

Perhaps he doth in worship bow,

A white flame round his foam-white brow,

Shule, Shule, Shule, agràh!

I laugh to think of him like this,

Who once found all his joy and bliss

Against my heart, against my kiss,

Shule, Shule, Shule, agràh!

Star of my joy, art still the same

Now thou hast gotten a new name,

Pulse of my heart, my Blood, my Flame,

Shule, Shule, Shule, agràh?

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