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You'll think of me thro' daylight hours, My virgin flower, my flower of flowers, My dark Rosaleen! I could scale the blue air, I could plough the high hills, Oh, I could kneel all night in prayer To heal your many ills! And one beamy smile from you Would float like light between My toils and me, my own, my true, My dark Rosaleen! YOU LL THINK OF ME THROUGH DAYLIGHT HOURS MY VIRGIN FLOWER MY FLOWER OF FLOWERS MY DARK ROSALEEN I COULD SCALE THE BLUE AIR I COULD PLOUGH THE HIGH HEELS OH I COULD KNEEL ALL NIGHT IN PRAYER TO HEAL YOUR MANY ILLS AND ONE BEAMY SMILE FROM YOU WOULD FLOAT LIKE LIGHT BETWEEN MY TOILS AND ME MY OWN MY TRUE MY DARK ROSALEEN
me 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!.... 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! My fond Rosaleen! N 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 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 MY FOND ROSALEEN
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