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When the bright eyes of the day
Open on the dusk, to see
Mist and shadow fade away
And the sun shine merrily,
Then I leave my bed and run
Out to frolic in the sun.
...

I, without bite or sup,
If thou wert fated for me,
I would up
And would go after thee
Through mountains.

A thousand thanks from me
To God have gone,...

If poesy have truth at all,
If some great lion of the Gael
Shall rule the lovely land of F'l;
O yellow mast and roaring sail!
Carry the leadership for me,
Writ in this letter, o'er the sea...