The Wreckage

On the lone height of some untrodden hill The shadowy mother goes, Calling, calling; Grief hath her eyes, her cheek is wan and chill…

The wind has blown my heart away All on a summer holiday. If you can find it, pray you tell, For this is how the loss befell…

THERE is one at the door, Wolfe O'Driscoll, At the door, who bids you to come! "Who is he that wakes me in the darkness, Calling when all the world is dumb?"Six horses has he to his carriage,…

Banagher Rhue of Donegal, (Holy Mary, how slow the dawn!) This is the hour of your loss or gain: Is go d-tigheadh do, mhûirnín slan!Banagher Rhue, but the hour was ill…

Here’s a meadow full of sunshine Ripe grasses lush and high; There’s a reaper on the roadway, And a lark hangs in the sky.There’s a nest of love enclosing…

The kine of my father, they are straying from my keeping; The young goat’s at mischief, but little can I do: For all through the night did I hear the Banshee keening; O youth of my loving, and is it well with you?All through the night sat my mother with my sorrow;…

Why love! I thought you were gay and fair, Merry of mien and debonair. What then means this brow so black, Whose sullen gloom twin eyes give back,…

Whose is the voice that will not let me rest? I hear it speak. Where is the shore will gratify my quest, Show what I seek?…