There all the golden codgers lay,
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There the silver dew,
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And the great water sighed for love,
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And the wind sighed too.
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Man-picker Niamh leant and sighed
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By Oisin on the grass;
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There sighed amid his choir of love
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Tall pythagoras.
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Plotinus came and looked about,
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The salt-flakes on his breast,
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And having stretched and yawned awhile
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Lay sighing like the rest.
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Straddling each a dolphin's back
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And steadied by a fin,
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Those Innocents re-live their death,
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Their wounds open again.
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The ecstatic waters laugh because
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Their cries are sweet and strange,
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Through their ancestral patterns dance,
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And the brute dolphins plunge
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Until, in some cliff-sheltered bay
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Where wades the choir of love
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Proffering its sacred laurel crowns,
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They pitch their burdens off.
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Slim adolescence that a nymph has stripped,
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Peleus on Thetis stares.
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Her limbs are delicate as an eyelid,
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Love has blinded him with tears;
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But Thetis' belly listens.
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Down the mountain walls
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From where pan's cavern is
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Intolerable music falls.
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Foul goat-head, brutal arm appear,
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Belly, shoulder, bum,
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Flash fishlike; nymphs and satyrs
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Copulate in the foam.
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News For The Delphic Oracle
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| The Waterboys |
