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Long waves and golden, softer than the sea's.

Long, long ago has the ploughshare rusted,

Long has the barn stood roofless and forlorn;

But oh! far away are some who still remember

The songs of the young girls binding up the corn.

Here where the windows shone across the darkness,

Here where the stars once watched above the fold,

Still watch the stars, but the sheepfold is empty;

Falls now the rain where the hearth glowed of old.

Here where the leagues of melancholy lough-sedge

Moan in the wind round the grey forsaken shore,

Once waved the corn in the mid-month of autumn,

Once sped the dance when the corn was on the floor.

Sidney Royse Lysaght

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When these old woods were young

The thrushes' ancestors

As sweetly sung

In the old years.

There was no garden here,

Apples nor mistletoe;

No children dear

Ran to and fro.

New then was this thatched cot,

But the keeper was old,

And he had not

Much lead or gold.

Most silent beech and yew:

As he went round about

The woods to view