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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GOLD SONG, by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER Poet's Biography First Line: Gold of butterflies, gold of bees Last Line: Moirin, moirin!' | |||
'GOLD of butterflies, gold of bees, Gold of ragweeds and golden seas; Gold on gorses for kissing's sake, Which of these will you touch and take, Moirin, Moirin?' Golden butterfly's not for me, I'll ha' none o' the golden bee: My heart of gold shall not beat or break, Though I love the gorses for kissing's sake, Mother, Mother! 'Then rest you merry, through heat and cold, Sweet lips of cherry, sweet heart of gold; Yet Gold-Heart surely shall come some day To cry for grey wings to fly away, Moirin, Moirin!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CONNAUGHT LAMENT by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER A SERVIAN LULLABY by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER APRIL IN IRELAND by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER DIRGE FOR AOINE by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER MO BOUCHALEEN BWEE (MY YELLOW-HAIRED LAD) by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER THE COLD WIND by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER THE FAIRY FIDDLER by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER THE FAIRY MUSIC by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER THE STRANGERS by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER THE VIRGIN'S LULLABY by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER |
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