The Golden treasury of Irish songs and lyrics by Welsh Charles 1850-1914

Author:Welsh, Charles, 1850-1914
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Ballads, Irish, Irish poetry
Publisher: New York : Dodge Publishing Company
Published: 1907-11-01T16:00:00+00:00

My gold-haired Moran kissed me,

(Oh ! bleeding heart so sore !) " 'Tis back we'll be at mornin'

With a brimming boat galore; 'Tis home we'll come at mornin',

When the full tide flows." Ah ! his words are with me ever

While the west wind blows.

I'm leavin' of Kilyonan,

An' the ocean's wicked waves, My keenest woe that never

I may kneel o'er their graves. But I'll pray to God, our Father,

He will grant their souls repose ; He will ease my bitter sorrow

While the west wind blows !

EDWARD DOWDEN

(1843- )

AWAKENING

WITH brain o'erworn, with heart a summer clod, With eye so practiced in each form around,— And all forms mean,—to glance above the

ground

Irks it, each day of many days we plod, Tongue-tied and deaf, along life's common road. But suddenly, we know not how, a sound Of living streams, an odor, a flower crowned With dew, a lark upspringing from the sod And we awake. O joy and deep amaze! Beneath the everlasting hills we stand, We hear the voices of the morning seas, And earnest prophesyings in the land, While from the open heaven leans forth at gaze The encompassing great cloud of witnesses.

G

LADY MARGARET'S SONG

IRLS, when I am gone away,

On this bosom strew Only flowers meek and pale, And the yew.

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