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Where are ye now,
O beautiful girls of the mountain, Oreads all ?
Nothing at all stirs here save the drip of the fountain; Answers our
Only the heart-glad thrush, in the Vale of Thrushes; Stirs in the
But the dew-bright ear of the hare in his couch of rushes Listening, awake.
Katharine Tynan
Katharine Tynan (23 January 1859 – 2 April 1931) was an Irish writer,[1] known mainly for her novels and poetry. After her marriage in 1898 to t
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