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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed.  Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Ireland: Vol. V.  1876–79.
 
Feal, the River
Desmond’s Song
Thomas Moore (1779–1852)
 
BY the Feal’s wave benighted,
  Not a star in the skies,
To thy door by Love lighted,
  I first saw those eyes.
Some voice whispered o’er me,        5
  As the threshold I crost,
There was ruin before me;
  If I loved, I was lost.
 
Love came, and brought sorrow
  Too soon in his train;        10
Yet so sweet that to-morrow
  ’T were welcome again.
Though misery’s full measure
  My portion should be,
I would drain it with pleasure,        15
  If poured out by thee.
 
You who call it dishonor
  To bow to this flame,
If you ’ve eyes, look but on her,
  And blush while you blame.        20
Hath the pearl less whiteness
  Because of its birth?
Hath the violet less brightness
  For growing near earth?
 
No,—man for his glory        25
  To ancestry flies;
But woman’s bright story
  Is told in her eyes.
While the monarch but traces
  Through mortals his line,        30
Beauty, born of the Graces,
  Ranks next to divine!
 
 
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