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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOORLOCH MARY, by ANNA JOHNSTON MACMANUS Poet's Biography First Line: Like swords of battle the scythes were plying Last Line: O moorloch mary, bid the wanderer stay!' Alternate Author Name(s): Carbery, Ethna | |||
LIKE swords of battle the scythes were plying, The corn lay low in a yellow rout, When down the stubble, dew-wet and glinting, A golden shaft of the sun came out: It was Moorloch Mary, the slender blossom, Who smiled on me in the misty morn, And since that hour I am lost with grieving, Through sleepless nights, and through days forlorn. Oh! Moorloch lies in a world of heather Where Mary's little brown feet go bare, And many a shadowy peak divides us, Yet I will journey to find her there: I will climb the mountains and swim the rivers, I will travel the crests of the heath, wind-blown; Her face in my heart like a star I carry, And it shall guide me unto my own. When I come at last to my Moorloch Mary, I will take her little brown hands in mine, And kiss her lips where the rowans tarry, And kiss her hair where the sun-rays shine, And whisper, 'Astorin, my heart was haunted By wistful eyes of the sweetest grey, That drew it over the hills of Derry -- O Moorloch Mary, bid the wanderer stay!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HILLS O' MY HEART by ANNA JOHNSTON MACMANUS MO CRAOIBHIN CNO (MY CLUSTER OF NUTS - MY BROWN-HAIRED GIRL) by ANNA JOHNSTON MACMANUS NEECE THE RAPPAREE by ANNA JOHNSTON MACMANUS THE LOVE-TALKER by ANNA JOHNSTON MACMANUS THINKIN' LONG by ANNA JOHNSTON MACMANUS TURLOUGH MACSWEENEY by ANNA JOHNSTON MACMANUS ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ACCIDENT IN ART by RICHARD HOVEY THE CLIFF SWALLOWS by DEBRA NYSTROM |
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