THE RUSHES; AN IRISH POEM
The rushes nod by the river As the winds on the loud waves go, And the things they nod of are many, For it's many the secret they know. And I think they are wise as the fairies' Who lived ere the hills were high, They nod so grave by the river To every one passing by. If they would tell me their secrets 1 would go by a hidden way. To the path where -thn moon retiring Dips dim horns into the gray. And a fairy-girl out of Leinster In a lorn; dance I should mccl. My heart f.o her heart beating,' My feet in rl/ymo with her fert.
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Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 119, 23 May 1925, Page 17
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115THE RUSHES; AN IRISH POEM Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 119, 23 May 1925, Page 17
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