Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill,

For there the mystical brotherhood

Laugh, heart, again in the gray twilight;

And love is less kind than the gray twilight,

And Time九-九-藏-书-网 and World are ever in flight,

Thy mother Eire is always young,

Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.

九-九-藏-书-网Dew ever shining and twilight gray,

Burning in fires of a slanderous tongue.

And God stands winding his lonely hor九_九_藏_书_网n;

And the changing moon work out their will.

Though hope fall from thee or love decay

And hope is less dear than the d九_九_藏_书_网ew of the morn.

Of hollow wood and the hilly wood

Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn,

Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;