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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed.  Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Ireland: Vol. V.  1876–79.
 
Moyle, the River
The Song of Fionnuala
Thomas Moore (1779–1852)
 
SILENT, O Moyle, be the roar of thy water,
  Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose,
While, murmuring mournfully, Lir’s lonely daughter
  Tells to the night-star her tale of woes.
When shall the swan, her death-note singing,        5
  Sleep, with wings in darkness furled?
When will heaven, its sweet bell ringing,
  Call my spirit from this stormy world?
 
Sadly, O Moyle, to thy winter-wave weeping,
  Fate bids me languish long ages away;        10
Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping,
  Still doth the pure light its dawning delay.
When will that day-star, mildly springing,
  Warm our isle with peace and love?
When will heaven, its sweet bell ringing,        15
  Call my spirit to the fields above?
 
 
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