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Over dews, over sands, Will I fly for your weal: Your holy delicate white hands Shall girdle me with steel. At home in your emerald bowers, From morning's dawn till e'en, You'll pray for me, my flower of flowers, My dark Rosaleen! OVER DEWS OVER SANDS I WILL FLY FOR YOUR WHEEL YOUR HOLY DELICATE WHITE HANDS SHALL GIRDLE ME WITH STEEL AT HOME IN YOUR EMERALD BOWERS FROM MORNING'S DAWN TILL INN YOU'LL PRAY FOR ME MY FLOWER OF FLOWERS MY DARK ROSALEEN
a page of his beautiful manuscript. "Why, those are only words, silly Daddy!" "But words, little Wonder, are the most beautiful things in the world. Listen—" and he took the child on his knee. "Listen:— In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. The child had inherited a love of beautiful sound, and, though she understood nothing of the meaning, the music charmed her, and she nestled close to her father, with wide eyes. "Say some more, Daddy." The sobbing cadences of the greatest of Irish songs came to Antony's mind, and he crooned a verse or two at random: All day long, in unrest, To and fro, do I move. The very soul within my breast Is wasted for you, love! The heart in my bosom faints To think of you, my queen, My life of life, my saint of saints, My dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! To hear your sweet and sad complaints, My life, my love, my saint of saints, My dark Rosaleen!.... AKE BEAUTIFUL THINGS SHOW ME SOME ANTONY SHOWED HER A PAGE OF HIS BEAUTIFUL MANUSCRIPT WHY THAT WAS OUR ONLY WORD SILLY DADDY BUT WORDS LITTLE WONDER ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THINGS IN THE WORLD LISTEN AND HE TOOK THE CHILD ON HIS KNEE LISTEN IN ZANADO DID KUBLAIKON A STATELY PLEASURE DOME DECREE WHERE ALF THE SACRED RIVER RAN THROUGH CAVERNS MEASURELESS TO MAN DOWN TO A SUNLESS SEA THE CHILD HAD INHERITED THE LOVE OF BEAUTIFUL SOUND AND THOUGH SHE UNDERSTOOD NOTHING OF THE MEANING THE MUSIC CHARMED HER AND SHE NESTLED CLOSE TO HER FATHER WITH WIDE EYES SAY SOME MORE DADDY THE SOBBING CADENCES OF THE GREATEST OF IRISH SONGS CAME TO ANTONY'S MIND AND HE CROONED A VERSE OR TWO AT RANDOM ALL DAY LONG IN UNREST TO AND FRO I DO MOVE THE VERY SOUL WITHIN MY BREATH IS WASTED FOR YOU LOVE THE HEART IN MY BOSOM FAINTS TO THINK OF YOU MY QUEEN MY LIFE OF LIFE A SAINT OF SAINTS MY DARK ROSALEEN MY OWN ROSALEEN TO HEAR YOUR SWEET AND SAD COMPLAINTS MY LIFE MY LOVE MY SAINT OF SAINTS MY DARK ROSALEEN
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