by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931)

When she answered me her voice was low
Language: English  after the English 
When she answered me her voice was low,
But minstrel never matched his chords
To such a wealth of words
In Tomora’s palace long ago.

When her eyes looked back the love in mine,
Not Erin’s self upon my sight
Has started out of stormy night
With a bluer welcome o’er the brine.

And no other orbs can e’er eclipse
That magic look of maiden love,
And never song my soul shall move
Like that low sweet answer of her lips.

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This text was added to the website: 2015-04-08
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Word count: 81