May we two stand,
When we are dead, beyond the setting suns,
A little from other shades apart,
With mingling hair, and play upon one lute.
The Wanderings of Oisin: Dramatic Sketches, Ballads & Lyrics (ed. 1892)
May we two stand,
When we are dead, beyond the setting suns,
A little from other shades apart,
With mingling hair, and play upon one lute.
The Wanderings of Oisin: Dramatic Sketches, Ballads & Lyrics (ed. 1892)