Thomas Moore, from Irish Melodies, vol. 9
In yonder valley there dwelt, alone,|
A youth, whose moments had calmly flown,
'Till spells came o'er him, and, day and night,
He was haunted and watch'd by a Mountain Sprite.
2. As once, by moonlight, he wander'd o'er
3. Beside a fountain, one sunny day,
4. He turn'd, but, lo, like a startled bird,|
That spirit fled! - and the youth but heard
Sweet music, such as marks the flight
Of some bird of song, from the Mountain Sprite.
5. One night, still haunted by that bright look,
6. "Oh thou, who lovest the shadow," cried
7. "Of all the Spirits of land and sea,"|
Then rapt he murmur'd, "there's none like thee,
And oft, oh oft, may thy foot thus light
In this lonely bower, sweet Mountain Sprite!"
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