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The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
Louisa McCartney Crawford (1790–1858)
Kathleen Mavourneen
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The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill;
The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking,—
Kathleen mavourneen! what, slumbering still?
Oh, hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever?
Oh! hast thou forgotten this day we must part?
It may be for years, and it may be forever!
Oh, why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
Oh! why art thou silent, Kathleen mavourneen?
The blue mountains glow in the sun’s golden light;
Ah, where is the spell that once hung on my numbers?
Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night!
Mavourneen, mavourneen, my sad tears are falling,
To think that from Erin and thee I must part!
It may be for years, and it may be forever!
Then why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
Then why art thou silent, Kathleen mavourneen?