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THE BRIDAL OF LADY AIDEEN
O Earl Desmond, be you brave for sorrow, brave for sorrow which is no man's shielding;
Love has wept till his eyes grew blind, and victory's not in a weapon's yielding.
(Six black horses awaiting me, the ring of the spade has ceased to be.)
My lord is named with a bated breath,
Whom hope calls “Life” and despair names “Death.”
And, oh, his love no world can kill!
(The banshee waits on the window-sill.)
