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First Line: Of all the fair months that round the sun
Last Line: Dear love, I'll die for thee.
Alternate Author Name(s): Little, Thomas
Subject(s): Killarney (lakes), Ireland


OF all the fair months that round the sun
In light-linked 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 launched, 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.





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