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Thomas Moore - St. Senanus and the Lady
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St. Senanus

"On! haste, and leave this sacred isle, 
Unholy bark, ere morning smile; 
For on thy deck, though dark it be, 
   A female form I see; 
And I have sworn this sainted sod 
Shall ne`er by woman`s feet by trod!" 


The Lady

"Oh! Father, send not hence my bark 
Through wintry winds and billows dark, 
I come, with humble heart, to share 
   Thy morn and evening prayer; 
Nor mine the feet, oh! holy Saint, 
The brightness of thy sod to taint." 


The lady`s prayer Senanus spurn`d; 
The winds blew fresh, the bark return`d. 
But legends hint, that had the maid 
   Till morning`s light delay`d, 
And given the saint one rosy smile, 
She ne`er had left his lonely isle.
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