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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN TIR-NAN-OG (THE LAND OF YOUTH), by THOMAS EKENHEAD MAYNE Poet's Biography First Line: In the land that I love is no wrong done Last Line: Ah, no! The soul's way mine must be. | |||
IN the land that I love is no wrong done, Nor hurt nor evil beneath the fair sun, The stainless skies ever tremble above The sweet green plains of the land that I love. The leaf never falls, the great green leaf Never droops on the tree in wan winter's grief; The red rose bloometh the long year long, The bird never ceases its sweet low song. The scent of the flowers on the faint wind blown Reaches the foot of the soul's white throne, And spirits stand with their pale feet Bathed in the bloom of the meadows sweet. The seasons change not, the birds do not die, Asleep on the flowers the white Hours lie; It is Beauty's own land, whose sway is so strong Time's hand is not lifted against her for wrong. Love's cheeks fade not -- there ever glows The blush of the summer's sweet wild rose; The light in her eyes is not quenched but is fed By lustrous light from the pure stars shed. How shall I reach this land that I love? Through the way of the wind the high hills above? Down through the blue wide ways of the sea? Ah, no! the soul's way mine must be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER SUNSHINE by THOMAS EKENHEAD MAYNE SESTINA OF THE TRAMP ROYAL by RUDYARD KIPLING LUCIFER IN STARLIGHT by GEORGE MEREDITH THE HEART OF THE WOMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 20. 'SONG IS NOT DEAD' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) HUNGER'S DANGER by MAGDA BRANDON |
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