NOW, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away,
like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, without sound,
The youth and lady and the deer and hound; "Gaze no more on the
phantoms, ' Niamh said, And kissed my eyes, and, swaying her bright
head And her bright body, sang of faery and man
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