Alexander Craig Poems

Three men of Ireland left its air
For Alfred’s in a boat quite bare
Of oars and canvas. Muse! Relate
How they, for god’s love, sought a state
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Now, while amid those dainty downs and dales
With shepherd swains I sit, unknown to me,
We sweetly sing and tell pastoral tales,
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Go you, O winds that blow from north to south,
Convey my secret sighs unto my sweet;
Deliver them from mine unto her mouth,
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