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"Now who be ye would cross Lochgyle,
This dark and stormy water?"
"O I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,
And this, Lord Ullin's daughter.
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Stanza 2.

 

Thomas Campbell

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What if there be a fated day
When the Faery Isle shall pass away,
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Our hearts, for the evil of that day;
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"Now I wonder what it is you find in that dark pool to keep you staring so?" the stranger asked, first of all.
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He crosses a lonesome valley, out of the mythos, and emerges as if from a dream, seeing that his whole consciousness, the mythos, has been a dream and no one's dream but his own, a dream he must now sustain of his own efforts. Then even "he" disappears and only the dream of himself remains with himself in it.

 

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