Oh! a wan cloud was drawn O'er the dim, weeping dawn, As to Shannon's side I returned at last; And the heart in my breast For the girl I loved best Was beating -- ah, beating, how loud and fast! While the doubts and the fears Of the long, aching years Seemed mingling their voices with the moaning flood; Till full in my path, Like a wild water-wraith, My true love's shadow lamenting stood. But the sudden sun kissed The cold, cruel mist Into dancing showers of diamond dew; [The]1 dark flowing stream Laughed back to his beam, And the lark soared singing aloft in the blue; While no phantom of night, But a form of delight [Ran with arms outspread to]2 her darling boy: And the girl I love best On my wild, throbbing breast Hid her thousand treasures, with a cry of joy.
1 Stanford: "And the"
2 Stanford: "Stood with arms outspread for"
- by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931), "The foggy dew", appears in Father O'Flynn and other Irish Lyrics, first published 1880 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "The foggy dew", published [1882?] [voice and piano], from the collection Songs of Old Ireland. A Collection of Fifty Irish Melodies Unknown in England, no. 33, arrangement ; London, Boosey & Co. ; dedicated to Johannes Brahms, August 1882 [text verified 1 time]
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