Anna Johnston MacManus Biography

I know a purple moorland where a blue loch lies,
Where the lonely plover circles, and the peewit cries,
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In the green woods of Truagh we met without fear,
Your kiss on my lips, and your voice in my ear,
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I MIND it well, and I see it yet
In a halo of sunset glory,
When I climbed knee-deep through the gorse and fern
To keep my tryst with Rory.
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To the Isle of Peace
I turn our prow:
No angry seas
Shall fright you now;
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He had no crown upon his head
When first he met me by the way,
His feet upon the thorns had bled,
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