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| RINGLETED youth of my love, | |
| With thy locks bound loosely behind thee, | |
| You passed by the road above, | |
| But you never came in to find me; | |
| Where were the harm for you | 5 |
| If you came for a little to see me, | |
| Your kiss is a wakening dew | |
| Were I ever so ill or so dreamy. | |
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| If I had golden store | |
| I would make a nice little boreen, | 10 |
| To lead straight up to his door, | |
| The door of the house of my stóreen; | |
| Hoping to God not to miss | |
| The sound of his footfall in it, | |
| I have waited so long for his kiss | 15 |
| That for days I have not slept a minute. | |
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| I thought, oh my love! you were so— | |
| As the moon is, or the sun on a fountain, | |
| And I thought after that you were snow, | |
| The cold snow on the top of the mountain; | 20 |
| And I thought after that you were more | |
| Like God’s lamp shining to find me, | |
| Or the bright star of knowledge before, | |
| And the star of knowledge behind me. | |
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| You promised me high-heeled shoes, | 25 |
| And satin and silk, my stóreen, | |
| And to follow me, never to lose, | |
| Though the ocean were round us roaring; | |
| Like a bush in a gap in a wall | |
| I am now left lonely without thee, | 30 |
| And this house I grow dead of, is all | |
| That I see around or about me. | |
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