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J. C. Squire, ed.  A Book of Women’s Verse.  1921.
 
The Little Waves of Breffny
By Eva Gore-Booth (1870–1926)
 
THE GRAND road from the mountain goes shining to the sea,
  And there is traffic in it, and many a horse and cart;
But the little roads of Cloonagh are dearer far to me,
  And the little roads of Cloonagh go rambling through my heart.
 
A great storm from the ocean goes shouting o’er the hill,        5
  And there is glory in it and terror on the wind;
But the haunted air of twilight is very strange and still,
  And the little winds of twilight are dearer to my mind.
 
The great waves of the Atlantic sweep storming on their way,
  Shining green and silver with the hidden herring shoal;        10
But the little waves of Breffny have drenched my heart in spray,
  And the little waves of Breffny go stumbling through my soul.
 
 
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