Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Mary Hynes

She is the sky of the sun,
She is the dart
Of Love,
She is the love of my heart,
She is a rune,
She is above
The woman of the race of eve
As the sun is above the moon.

Lovely and airy the view from the hill
That looks down Ballylea ;
But no good sight is good until
By great good luck you see
The Blossom of the Branches walking towards you

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