Queens!—they are no more than mortal;
Even they must pale and pass
Like the prismy dews of dawning
On the heather and the grass!
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]THE WONDERS
I dream of the ancient wonders, of the isle of Hy Brasail
That rides through the mists of Mayo, then fades like a fading sail;
I dream of the ancient wonders, but there ’s one that haunts me more,
’T is the faun-like grace of Moira upon Lough Corib’s shore.
I dream of the ancient wonders, of the wells of Death and Life,