KILMENY looked up with a lovely grace, 
     
     But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny’s face; 
     
     As still was her look, and as still was her ee, 
     
    

    
     As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea, 
     
    

    
     Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea, 
     
    
   
   
    
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     Such beauty bard may never declare, 
     
     For there was no pride nor passion there; 
     
     Her seymar was the lily flower, 
     
     And her check the moss-rose in the shower; 
     
     And her voice like the distant melodye 
     
     That floats along the twilight sea.” 
     
     -THB QUIBN’S WAKE