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1. Song - Air - Banna's Banks (continued)

   

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   And yet each vow and true-love plight
   Still filled his soul with fond delight;
   And fancy's self in visions rare
   Gave glimpses of a form fair,
   T'was thus he felt not how they parted
   The fairy elve, till Pooka darted
   Along a gloomy dark ravine,
   Where Solar beams might never shine.
   And in this gloomy dark abyss
   Did roaring loud a torrent hiss,
   And tumble rumbling over rocks,
   With crashes and appalling shocks.
   A mocking echo swept its side
   When in its seething, boiling tide
   Poor Con was plunged in elfin play,
   As Pooka vanished in the spray.
   His spell-bound trouble past and o'er
   He s trove to climb the rock-built shore
   Anon he grasped and nimbly caught
   Each rock projecting over aught,
   And scaled the briar-entangled steep
   That beetled o'er the torrent deep.
   His drowsy eyelids sought repose,
   And soon he fell into a doze,
   And soundly slept fatigue away,
   Till waking up at noon next day
   When "wide awake" a wondering man

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   Topics

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

   Language

   English