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My soul and I, upon the peak

Of Sanneen grim and grey,

Sat musing in the twilight of

A sombre summer day.

"Great Saturn and the Moon are gone

Together o'er the sea;

But will great Saturn e'er return

Should he elope with thee?

Ah well, who knows? when thou art gone

I, too, shall sink within the brine,—

I, too, shall sail above this peak

And signal yonder groves of pine.

Behold the melancholy sky

Of this forgotten land;

On this side are the valleys bleak,

On this, the desert sand."

"I hear the moaning of the wind,"

My sad companion said;

"The snow is gathering in me

And the night is overhead.

Long have we dwelt together, friend,

In our sweet ennui;

But were I now to take my leave,

Alas, what would I be?"

"O, think not of departing,

Ah, too young I am to die;

I'll find the magic wings; and there

Still hangs a friendly sky.