ODonohues Mistress

 Of all the fair months, that round the sun 
In light-link'd dance their circles run, 
Sweet May, shine thou for me; 
For still, when thy earliest beams arise, 
That youth, who beneath the blue lake lies, 
Sweet May, returns to me. 

Of all the bright haunts, where daylight leaves 
Its lingering smile on golden eves, 
Fair lake, thou'rt dearest to me; 
For when the last April sun grows dim 
Thy Naiads prepare his steed for him 
Who dwells, bright lake, in thee. 

Of all the proud steeds that ever bore 
Young plumed Chiefs on sea or shore, 
White Steed, most joy to thee; 
Who still, with the first young glance of spring, 
From under that glorious lake dost bring 
My love, my chief, to me. 

While, white as the sail some bark unfurls, 
When newly launch'd, thy long mane curls, 
Fair Steed, as white and free; 
And spirits, from all the lake's deep bowers, 
Glide o'er the blue wave scattering flowers, 
Around my love and thee. 

Of all the sweet deaths that maidens die, 
Whose lovers beneath the cold wave lie, 
Most sweet that death will be, 
Which, under the next May evening's light, 
When thou and thy steed are lost to sight, 
Dear love, I'll die for thee.

Form: Ballad

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