Page:The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge, 1919.djvu/125

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THE SORROW OF FINDEBAR
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I loved him, and then drove him for pride's sake
To early death, and now I have no hope,
For mine is Maeve's proud heart, Ailill's kind heart,
And that is why it pines and will not break."