<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529989" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>O'Donohue's Mistress</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of all the fair months, that round the sun <br>In light-link'd dance their circles run, <br>Sweet May, shine thou for me; <br>For still, when thy earliest beams arise, <br>That youth, who beneath the blue lake lies, <br>Sweet May, returns to me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of all the bright haunts, where daylight leaves <br>Its lingering smile on golden eves, <br>Fair lake, thou'rt dearest to me; <br>For when the last April sun grows dim <br>Thy Naiads prepare his steed for him <br>Who dwells, bright lake, in thee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of all the proud steeds that ever bore <br>Young plumed Chiefs on sea or shore, <br>White Steed, most joy to thee; <br>Who still, with the first young glance of spring, <br>From under that glorious lake dost bring <br>My love, my chief, to me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While, white as the sail some bark unfurls, <br>When newly launch'd, thy long mane curls, <br>Fair Steed, as white and free; <br>And spirits, from all the lake's deep bowers, <br>Glide o'er the blue wave scattering flowers, <br>Around my love and thee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of all the sweet deaths that maidens die, <br>Whose lovers beneath the cold wave lie, <br>Most sweet that death will be, <br>Which, under the next May evening's light, <br>When thou and thy steed are lost to sight, <br>Dear love, I'll die for thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Moore">Thomas Moore</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529989" data-title="O'Donohue's Mistress de Thomas Moore" data-description="Of all the fair months, that round the sun In light-link'd 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 bri..."></div> </div> </div>

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