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been to Hy-Brasail, And the Land of Youth have seen, Much laughter have I heard there. And birds amongst the green.

Many have I met there, But no one ever old, Yet I have left Hy-Brasail Before my time was told.

Love have I known, too. As I shall meet no more; Lost is the magic island, And I cannot find the shore.

Since I have left Hy-Brasail, Age has encompassed me. She plucks me by the shoulder And will not let me be.

Her face is grey and mournful, Her hand is hard and cold, Yet I have left Hy-Brasail Before my time was told.