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True Love Can Ne'er Forget

True Love Can Ne'er Forget
by
Turlough Carolan (1670-1738)



"True love can ne'er forget;



Fondly as when we met,



Dearest, I love thee yet,



My darling one!"



Thus sung a minstrel gray



His sweet impassion'd lay,



Down by the Ocean's spray,



At set of sun.



But wither'd was the minstrel's sight,



Morn to him was dark as night,



Yet his heart was full of light,



As thus the lay begun:



"True love can ne'er forget;



Fondly as when we met,



Dearest, I love thee yet,



My darling one!



"Long years are past and o'er,



Since from this fatal shore



Cold hearts and cold winds bore



My love from me."



Scarcely the minstrel spoke,



When forth, with flashing stroke,



A boat's light oar the silence broke,



Over the sea.



Soon upon her native strand



Doth a lovely lady land,



While the minstrel's love-taught hand



Did o'er his wild harp run:



"True love can ne'er forget;



Fondly as when we met,



Dearest, I love thee yet



My darling one!"



Where the minstrel sat alone,



There that lady fair had gone,



Within his hand she placed her own.



The bard dropp'd on his knee!



>From his lips soft blessings came,



He kiss'd her hand with truest flame,



In trembling tones he names - HER name,



Though her he could not see;



But oh! - the touch the bard could tell



Of that dear hand, remember'd well



. Ah! - by many a secret spell



Can true love find his own;



For true love can ne'er forget;



Fondly as when they met,



He loved his lady yet,



His darling one!