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- THE HARP OF AENGUS
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- Edain came out of Midhir's hill, and lay
- Beside young Aengus in his tower of glass,
- Where time is drowned in odour-laden winds
- And Druid moons, and murmuring of boughs,
- And sleepy boughs, and boughs where apples made
- Of opal and ruhy and pale chrysolite
- Awake unsleeping fires; and wove seven strings,
- Sweet with all music, out of his long hair,
- Because her hands had been made wild by love.
- When Midhir's wife had changed her to a fly,
- He made a harp with Druid apple-wood
- That she among her winds might know he wept;
- And from that hour he has watched over none
- But faithful lovers.>1
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