<h3 id="The_Banshee">The Banshee</h3>
<p>THE Banshee cries on the rising wind<br/>
<i>“O-hoho, O hoho-o-o!”</i><br/>
The dead to free and the quick to bind—<br/>
(Close fast the shutter and draw the blind!)<br/>
<i>“O-hoho, O hoho-o-o!”</i></p>
<p>Why are you paler my dearest dear?<br/>
<i>“O-hoho, O hoho-o-o!”</i><br/>
’Tis but the wind in the elm tree near—<br/>
(Acushla, hush! lest the Banshee hear!)<br/>
<i>“O-hoho, O hoho-o-o!”</i></p>
<p>See, how the crackling fire up-springs,<br/>
<i>“O-hoho, O hoho-o-o!”</i><br/>
Up and up on its flame-red wings;<br/>
Hark, how the cheerful kettle sings!<br/>
<i>“O-hoho, O hoho-o-o!”</i></p>
<p>Core of my heart! How cold your lips!<br/>
<i>“O-hoho, O hoho-o-o!”</i><br/>
White as the spray the wild wind whips,<br/>
Still as your icy finger tips!<br/>
<i>“O-hoho, O hoho-o-o!”</i></p>
<p>On the rising wind the Banshee cries—<br/>
<i>“O-hoho, O hoho-o-o!”</i><br/>
I kiss your hair. I kiss your eyes—<br/>
The kettle is dumb; the red flame dies!<br/>
<i>“Ochone! Ochone! Ochone!”</i></p>
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