Imleabhar: CBÉ 0485 (Cuid 2)
- Dáta
- 1938
- Bailitheoir
- Suíomh
Ar an leathanach seo
- (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)I dream! I dream! away with dreams!
I muse upon the past, and, oh!
The soul that would its peace preserve
Life's fav'rite dreams should never know;
For who, of Passion's wayward sons,
Can dream the past nor wildly long
To live, enjoy, its heav'nly spheres
Its music, mirth: its love and song? - Herald of the summertime.
When with rapture and with rhyme
Swell the throats of youngsters gay
Through the vales the live long day:
When each baugh and bale and blade
In the upland in the glade,
Bursts with ecstasy to gaze
On His works and mutely praise(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)