If only I could pass this way once more
While runs a summer crowd upon the strand,
Breaking surf green hill tinged with snow,
If only I could pass this way alone and stand.
Full many a day when bloom of youth is shed,
On wing of ages past to rest me there,
Upon soft green sward or grey rock bare,
Dream and muse and watch the evening star.
I shall return when mist shrouds Maeve's tomb,
Night when all is still save restless sea,
A wandering spirit lost in age and time,
From long ago to rest in peace with thee.
I shall return when flowers within a glade
Bow meek and tender to a noon-day sun,
Rest me on the dew of sweet blue dawn.
Life anew shall give while times sands run.
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