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johndiii (229824)
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Amhrán Duit
The road now leads onward
As far as can be
Winding lanes
And hedgerows in threes
By purple mountains
And round every bend
All roads lead to you
There is no journey's end.
Here is my heart and I give it to you
Take me with you across this land
These are my dreams, so simple and few
Dreams we hold in the palm of our hands
Deep in the winter
Amidst falling snow
High in the air
Where the bells they all toll
And now all around me
I feel you still here
Such is the journey
No mystery to fear.
Here is my heart and I give it to you
Take me with you across this land
These are my dreams, so simple and few
Dreams we hold in the palm of our hands
The road now leads onward
And I know not where
I feel in my heart
That you will be there
Whenever a storm comes
Whatever our fears
The journey goes on
As your love ever nears
[Beloved] Absent Yet Present
Despite distance, beloved...
As the flight of a river
That flows to the sea
My soul rushes ever
In tumult to thee.
A twofold existence
I am where thou art:
My heart in the distance
Beats close to thy heart.
Look up, I am near thee,
I gaze on thy face:
I see thee, I hear thee,
I feel thine embrace.
As the magnet's control on
The steel it draws to it,
Is the charm of thy soul on
The thoughts that pursue it.
And absence but brightens
The eyes that I miss,
And custom but heightens
The spell of thy kiss.
It is not from duty,
Though that may be owed, -
It is not from beauty,
though that be bestowed.
But all that I care for,
And all that I know,
Is that, without wherefore,
I worship thee so.
Through granite it breaketh
A tree to a ray:
As a dreamer forsaketh
The grief of the day,
My soul in its fever
Escapes unto thee:
O dream to the griever!
O light to the tree!
A twofold existence
I am where thou art:
Hark, hear in the distance
The beat of my heart!
-- Edward Bulwer-Lytton
