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Into The Twilight
| Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn, | | Come clear of the nets of wrong and right; | | Laugh, heart, again in
the grey twilight, | | Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn. | | | | | | Your mother Eire is always young, | | Dew ever
shining and twilight grey; | | Though hope fall from you and love decay, | | Burning in fires of a slanderous
tongue. | | | | | | Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill: | | For there the mystical brotherhood | | Of sun and
moon and hollow and wood | | And river and stream work out their will; | | | | | | And God stands winding His lonely
horn, | | And time and the world are ever in flight; | | And love is less kind than the grey twilight, | | And hope is
less dear than the dew of the morn. |
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By PanEris
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