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 Shall we go Up through the Gorge or round by Ryan’s place? I’ll show you where the wild boar killed a man Good Friday night, and where he died, they say, There are flowers all red. Who is this that comes Crowned with red flowers from the sea? Who comes Into the hills with flowers? On the hill pastures She heard a girl calling her lost cows. Her voice hung like a mist over the grass, Over the apple-trees. She bit her mouth To keep from crying. On the third day The cone of the pine is broken, the eared corn