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The Bandruidh
by William Sharp
My robe is of green,
My crown is of stars—
The grass is the green
And the daisies the stars:
O'er lochan and streamlet
My breath moveth sweet ...
Bonnie blue lochans,
Hillwaters fleet.
The song in my heart
Is the song of the birds,
And the wind in my heart
Is the lowing of herds:
The light in my eyes,
And the breath of my mouth,
Are the clouds of spring-skies
And the sound of the South.
Grass-green from thy mouth
The sweet sound of the South!
by William Sharp
My robe is of green,
My crown is of stars—
The grass is the green
And the daisies the stars:
O'er lochan and streamlet
My breath moveth sweet ...
Bonnie blue lochans,
Hillwaters fleet.
The song in my heart
Is the song of the birds,
And the wind in my heart
Is the lowing of herds:
The light in my eyes,
And the breath of my mouth,
Are the clouds of spring-skies
And the sound of the South.
Grass-green from thy mouth
The sweet sound of the South!
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*koff koff*
*hack*
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