Nicholas Flood Davin
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A youthful giant, golden-haired
With fearless forehead, eye of blue,
And large and clear its frosty depths,
With fire within its darkn’ing hue.
His spear which dwarfs the tallest pine,
Is bound around with yellow grain,
His shield is rich in varied scenes,
To right and left loud roars the main.
A-top eternal snow is piled;
Bright chains of lakes flash down through woods
Now bleak, now green, now gold, now fire,
Touched by the season’s changing moods.
He dreameth of unborn times;
With manhood’s thoughts ...