Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FOGGY DEW, by KATHARINE TYNAN Poem Explanation Poet's Biography First Line: A splendid place is london Last Line: And I'd travel home to ireland and the foggy dew Alternate Author Name(s): Hinkson, Katharine Tynan Subject(s): Homesickness; Ireland | ||||||||
A splendid place is London, with golden store, A splendid place is London, with golden store, For them that have the heart and hope and youth galore; For them that have the heart and hope and youth galore; But mournful are its streets to me, I tell you true, But mournful are its streets to me, I tell you true, For I'm longing sore for Ireland in the foggy dew. For I'm longing sore for Ireland in the foggy dew. The sun he shines all day here, so fierce and fine, The sun he shines all day here, so fierce and fine, With never a wisp of mist at all to dim his shine; With never a wisp of mist at all to dim his shine; The sun he shines all day here from skies of blue: The sun he shines all day here from skies of blue: He hides his face in Ireland in the foggy dew. He hides his face in Ireland in the foggy dew. The maids go out to milking in the pastures gray, The maids go out to milking in the pastures gray, The sky is green and golden at dawn of the day; The sky is green and golden at dawn of the day; And in the deep-drenched meadows the hay lies new, And in the deep-drenched meadows the hay lies new, And the corn is turning yellow in the foggy dew. And the corn is turning yellow in the foggy dew. Mavrone! if I might feel now the dew on my face, Mavrone! if I might feel now the dew on my face, And the wind from the mountains in that remembered place, And the wind from the mountains in that remembered place, I'd give the wealth of London, if mine it were to do, I'd give the wealth of London, if mine it were to do, And I'd travel home to Ireland and the foggy dew. And I'd travel home to Ireland and the foggy dew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SIGHTSEERS by PAUL MULDOON THE DREAM SONGS: 290 by JOHN BERRYMAN THE BALLAD OF BALLYMOTE by TESS GALLAGHER AN IRISH HEADLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GIANT'S RING: BALLYLESSON, NEAR BELFAST by ROBINSON JEFFERS IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER |
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