Poems (Young)/Finovar

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4644541Poems — FinovarElla Young
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!

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!

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!

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!

Frail hands no mortal lover kissed,
Fair folded now as Death beseems
You hide away the dream of dreams.
   O Finovar! O Finovar!