drumfork.
I love thee, Drumfork, for no deep shadow fell
O'er my heart since I knew thee—and, oh! it is well;
For does Time ever linger where mind cannot trace
Some dark spot of grief where no joy had its place?
O'er my heart since I knew thee—and, oh! it is well;
For does Time ever linger where mind cannot trace
Some dark spot of grief where no joy had its place?
I love thee, Drumfork, and I'll leave with regret,
Though the summer's bright memories will cling to me yet;
Like the blossoms of spring, we will court thee» anew,
Though in winter's dark hours we must bid thee adieu.
Though the summer's bright memories will cling to me yet;
Like the blossoms of spring, we will court thee» anew,
Though in winter's dark hours we must bid thee adieu.
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