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Lament of the Last
Leprechaun
by Nora Hopper
For the red shoon of the Shee,
For the
falling o' the leaf,
For the wind among the reeds,
My grief.
For
the sorrow of the sea,
For the song's unquickened seeds,
For the sleeping
of the Shee,
My grief.
For dishonoured whitethorn-tree,
For the
runes that no man reads
Where the grey stones face the sea,
My
grief.
Lissakeole, that used to be
Filled with music night and
noon,
For their ancient revelry,
My grief.
For the empty fairy
shoon,
Hollow rath and yellow leaf,
Hands unkissed to sun or moon,
My
grief -- my grief!
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