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THE LAND OF HEART'S DESIRE.
A Voice (close to the door).
The wind blows out of the gates of the day,
The wind blows over the lonely of heart
And the lonely of heart is withered away,
While the faeries dance in a place apart,
Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring,
Tossing their milk-white arms in the air;
For they hear the wind laugh, and murmur and sing
Of a land where even the old are fair,
And even the wise are merry of tongue;
But I heard a reed of Coolaney say,
'When the wind has laughed and murmured and sung,
The lonely of heart must wither away!'
Maurteen Bruin.
I am right happy, and would make all else
Be happy too. I hear a child outside,
And will go bring her in out of the cold.
[He opens the door. A Child dressed in a green jacket with a red cap comes into the house.
