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AH, woe the day! And woe the day,
Betwixt the golden and the gray,
And woe the star that set for aye—
My star of dream—Mathinna!

I saw the lone moon lift her lamp,
I saw the white star-sentries tramp;
But far, far was the stranger's camp
By glen and gorge, by fell and swamp—
Far, far thy hills, Mathinna.

I saw the dawn leap from his bed,
All wild and red and thunder-fed,
Behind Ben Lomond's purple head
And the mountains—and Mathinna!

I saw the ragged red sun rise
And climb the steel stairs of the skies,
Like blood between mine aching eyes
And the mountains—and Mathinna.

I saw the thin road wind away,
A single thread of dusty gray,
Into the heart of burning day;
And my heart went with it all the way
To the mountains—and Mathinna.

I turned me from the mountains tall;
Behind me distance built her wall;
But still I hear thee call and call—
The sweetest, saddest voice of all—
I hear thee call, Mathinna.

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Yea, one sweet song will come to me
Where'er on earth my home shall be,
A song of all wild things and free,
The song that was the soul of thee,
Wild soul of song, Mathinna!

Dust is the white rose by the door,
And dust the scarlet poppy's core,
But thou wilt breathe for evermore
On winds of some enchanted shore—
Red rose of dreams—Mathinna!