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moira62:

dubhlina:

She moves through the fair

My young love said to me my mother won’t mind,

And my father won’t slight you for your lack of kind,

He went away from me and this he did say,

‘It will not be long love till our wedding day.’

He went away from me and he moved through the fair,

And slowly I watched him move here and move there,

He went his way homeward with one star awake,

As the swan in the evening moves over the lake.

The people were saying no two were e’er wed

But one has a sorrow that never was said,

And I smiled as she passed with her goods and her gear,

And that was the last that I saw of my dear.

I dreamt last night that my young love came in,

He came in so sweetly, his feet made no din;

He stepped up beside me, and this he did say,

‘It will not be long love, till our wedding day.’

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