Oh, a wan cloud was drawn o'er the dim weeping dawn|
As to Shannon's side I return'd at last,
And the heart in my breast for the girl I lov'd best
Was beating, ah, beating, how loud and fast!
While the doubts end the fears of the long aching years
Seem'd mingling their voices with the moaning flood:
Till full in my path, like a wild water wraith,
My true love's shadow lamenting stood.
2. But the sudden sun kiss'd the cold, cruel mist
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