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She is so gay—
Such easy sweetness falls away
From her! Her words are simple as a little wind
That sings all day.
Such lazy kindliness she spreads about,
As thoughtless as her hands that twine
And turn their pink palms in and out.
Such loving weariness has she
Of giving sweetness forth unthinkingly,
That she is almost sad—still smiling sad,
Tired with her all unknowing ministry.

Life was a pain, but life is o'er—
Sleep ye softly. Mavourneen!
Love was a hurt, but love's no more—
Rest ye, rest ye, Mavourneen!
Out slips the tide all silvery white,
Sleep ye softly, Mavourneen,
Nor life nor love can hurt ye to-night.
Rest ye, rest ye, Mavourneen!