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A BOOK OF CELTIC VERSE (TO SEUMAS MACMANUS) by THEODOSIA (PICKERING) GARRISON

First Line: THAT WAS NEVER A BOOK THAT YOU BROUGHT ME AND GAVE TO MY HAND
Last Line: THAT YOU GAVE TO ME.
Subject(s): BOOKS; CELTS; POETRY & POETS; READING;
THAT was never a book that you brought me and gave to my hand --
'Twas a wind sighing and a wave lifting,
And the sight of a red moon drifting
O'er a far-off land.

That was never a thing of words that you brought and bade me know --
'Twas a bugle blowing, a flame burning,
And the gleam of a swift lance turning
To the flying foe.

That was never a printed rhyme that you brought and bade me see --
'Twas a child's laughter and a bride's sighing,
A saint's faith and a strong man's dying,
That you gave to me.



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