kit (mizkit) wrote,
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As I Went Up to Dunamore

As I went up to Dunamore along the river way
I heard the blackbirds fluting low
Among the osiers gray.

And they were tuning for themselves
In sweetly stumbling rhyme
Half-minded chords learned long ago
From harps of olden time.

–F.J.J. Malone

(x-posted from the essential kit)
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