SONGS OF CHILDHOOD: 1901
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!"
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