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 'That murmuring and longing came, 'From marble cities loud with tabors of old 'In dove-gray faery lands; 'From battle banners fold upon purple fold, 'Queens wrought with glimmering hands; 'That saw young Niamh hover with love-lorn face 'Above the wandering tide; 'And lingered in the hidden desolate place, 'Where the last Phoenix died 'And wrapped the ﬂames above his holy head; 'And still murmur and long: 'O Piteous Hearts, changing till change be dead 'In a tumultuous song:' And cover the pale blossoms of your breast