Poems (Young)/Finovar
FINOVAR.
O flame blown out of Tir-nan-Oge,
White flame borne on enchanted air,
O heart's delight and heart's despair,
O Finovar O Finovar!
White flame borne on enchanted air,
O heart's delight and heart's despair,
O Finovar O Finovar!
Draw the white shroud above her face
And cover up her close-shut eyes,
She will not hear a voice that cries
O Finovar! O Finovar!
And cover up her close-shut eyes,
She will not hear a voice that cries
O Finovar! O Finovar!
O love, that none of us might win
By strange, lone ways to us you came
And lone you go, White Heart of Flame.
O Finovar! O Finovar!
By strange, lone ways to us you came
And lone you go, White Heart of Flame.
O Finovar! O Finovar!
Pale face that haunted all our dreams,
Sad face made sadder by our love,
We could but draw the shroud above.
O Finovar! O Finovar!
Sad face made sadder by our love,
We could but draw the shroud above.
O Finovar! O Finovar!
Frail hands no mortal lover kissed,
Fair folded now as Death beseems
You hide away the dream of dreams.
O Finovar! O Finovar!
Fair folded now as Death beseems
You hide away the dream of dreams.
O Finovar! O Finovar!