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MAVOURNEEN, by ELIZA KEARY Poet's Biography First Line: Mavourneen is a priceless gem Last Line: Mavourneen. | ||||||||
MAVOURNEEN is a priceless gem, Jewelled her robe from throat to hem, She's crowned with a rare diadem, Mavourneen. Her throne is pure gold, but not fit For one so strangely fair to sit Upon, and yet she honours it, Mavourneen. Slaves every moment throng her feet With eager eyes upraised to meet Each least desire of hers, most sweet Mavourneen. But, O! she wears the plainest gown, Her dear head never crowned a crown, Only my heart makes her renown, Mavourneen. And her gold throne I spoke about Is only built of love, without Any possible flaw throughout, Mavourneen. My thoughts are born in chains, they move All round and round her in one groove, Living to live for her I love, Mavourneen. | Other Poems of Interest...A FLOWER TO THE MOON by ELIZA KEARY A MOTHER'S CALL by ELIZA KEARY ASDISA; AN ICELANDIC LEGEND by ELIZA KEARY CHRISTINE AND MARY; A CORRESPONDENCE by ELIZA KEARY |
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