I HAVE BEEN TO HY-BRASAIL
I have been to Hy-Brasail,
And the Land of Youth have seen,
Much laughter have I heard there.
And birds amongst the green.
Many have I met there,
But no one ever old,
Yet I have left Hy-Brasail
Before my time was told.
Love have I known, too.
As I shall meet no more;
Lost is the magic island,
And I cannot find the shore.
Since I have left Hy-Brasail,
Age has encompassed me.
She plucks me by the shoulder
And will not let me be.
Her face is grey and mournful,
Her hand is hard and cold,
Yet I have left Hy-Brasail
Before my time was told.
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