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| George Washington Lambert - The Sonnet |
a shearc, feicim
gan bua rúnda bheith agam
tá ar chumas an bhriathair
tú a ghlaoch as an duibheagán
tú a dhealbhú anso romham
beloved, i can see
without occult gifts
words have the power
to conjure You out of the depths
and sculpt You here before me
