Хелависа - Under the Moon

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I have no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde,
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Nor Avalon the grass-green hollow, nor Joyous Isle,
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Where one found Lancelot crazed and hid him for а while;
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Nor Ulad, when Naoise had thrown his sail upon the wind;

Nor lands that seem to dim to be burdens on the heart:
Land-under-Wave, where out of the moon"s light and the sun"s
Seven old sisters wind the threads of the long-lived ones,
Land-of-the-Tower, where Aengus has thrown the gates apart,

And Wood-of-Wonders, where one kills an ox at dawn,
To find it when night falls laid on а golden bier.
Therein are many queens like Branwen and Guinevere;
And Niamh and Laban and Fand, who could change 
to an otter or fawn,

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And the wood-woman, whose lover was changed to а blue-eyed hawk;
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And whether I go in my dreams by woodland, or dun, or shore,
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Or on the unpeopled waves with kings to pull at the oar,
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I hear the harp-string praise them, or hear their mournful talk.

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Because of something told under the famished horn
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Of the hunter"s moon, that hung between the night and the day,
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To dream of women whose beauty was folded in dismay,
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Even in an old story, is а burden not to be borne.