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 Far, far across its empty pastures
 * Alulvan's sands are white with surf:

And he himself is grey as the sea,
 * Watching beneath an elder-tree.

All night the fretful, shrill Banshee
 * Lurks in the ivy's dark festoons,

Calling for ever, o'er garden and river,
 * Through magpie changing of the moons;

"Alulvan, O, alas! Alulvan,
 * The doom of lone Alulvan!"