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Arthur Symons - On Inishmaan: Isles Of Aran
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In the twilight of the year, 
Here, about these twilight ways, 
When the grey moth night drew near, 
Fluttering on a faint flying, 
I would linger out the day`s 
Delicate and moth-grey dying. 

Grey, and faint with sleep, the sea 
Should enfold me, and release, 
Some old peace to dwell with me. 
I would quiet the long crying 
Of my heart with mournful peace, 
The grey sea`s, in its low sighing.
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