And do not come, in my lost bright infinite deep heart;
Don't wake up the lost dream in your forest,
I see in my dreams the beauty and beauty of the green land;
Where much more awakens from fascination is wordless
The sound of murmur, at the heart of all perfection of feeling,
Wonderful is my mournful song in the melody of your music;
The sad melody of silence is
heard in the body of silent thoughts, wonder
In the lonely-golden evening, deep in thought, in the clouds
The relentless endless agitation stirred up the
vast luminous beauty of my feelings;
The emptiness is when I take a lot of him
with a sharp heart, in a silent tone,
In the dew of the grass, in the frost of Magh,
in the magical melody of the sunny day;
In the cool breeze that fell on my radiant lips,
In the bright moonlight, the favorite faces of the lost past
From the depths of the mind; In fertile land
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