QUEEN MÓO'S TALISMAN.
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O Mother! drop thy tears; accurst for aye
Am I! the drouth of this, my land, allay.
Send down thy light, Great Sun!" he cried aloud,
"Let me forget! with mortal form endowed."
To her he turned again: "Forgive! forgive!
Earth-born thro' thee, ah! let me once more live.
My crimes and victories, my soul's defeat,
My anguish and remorse, wilt thou repeat;
For thus alone new life may dawn for me—
In solitude I've long awaited thee."
A falling tear the sighing dreamer woke:
No mem'ry of the past could she evoke.
