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1. The Wood of Saint John's (continued)

   

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   Like the sadd'ning mementoes I found to remain
   Of loved friends of my youth whom I sought here in vain
   The spot where these trees reared their branches on high
   Calls up from my bosom its tenderest sigh

   
   For the stranger came here and his Vandalic hand
   Which (?) every beauty that graces our land
   Has levelled to earth these tall giants that stood
   Like wary old sentinels guarding the wood
   And the Shannon that calmly flows on by their side
   Shall receive their dark shadows no more on its tide
   Nor bear far away their sere leaves autumn -tost(?)
   Like blighted heart hopes on Time's stream that are lost

   
   Yet wasted old woods still to me are (?) dear
   And dimmed is my eye with a sorrowful tear
   As from your recesses I slowly depart
   Whose memory for aye shall lie fresh in my heart
   As westward the sun fades in hues gay and bright
   And robed are the trees in a mild amber light
   And hushed is the stream in a motionless spell
   Loved haunts of my childhood I bid you farewell

   

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   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Location

   Rinnagan, Co. Roscommon