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White waves on the water,
Gold leaves on the tree,
As Mananan’s daughter
Arose from the sea.
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The bud and the blossom,
The fruit of the foam
From Ocean’s dark bosom
Arose, from her home.
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She came at your calling,
O winds of the world,
When the ripe fruit was falling
And the flowers unfurled.
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She came at your crying
O creatures of earth,
And the sound of your sighing
Made music and mirth.
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She came at your keening
O dreamers of doom,
And your sleep had new dreaming
And splendour and bloom.
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