European Elegies/Spring/"Pulse of my heart"
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67.“PULSE OF MY HEART”
Before the sunrise, in the early dawn,I watched her radiant grace upon the lawn, Her cheeks where flame and snow Strove and bade beauty blow,Her slender body like a stream-girt swan—Pulse of my heart, what shadow makes thee slow?
Her voice was soft and gentle; not more sweetWas Orpheus' tongue, that could wild beasts entreat; Her song was clear and low In that loved long ago,Like dew-kissed meadows round our morning feet—Pulse of my heart, what shadow makes thee slow?
From the Erse of O'Carroll.