WANDERED from the Antrim hills, Wandered from Killalas rills, Patrick heard upon the breeze Voices from the Irish seas. Folk of Fochlad called to him From their forest deep and dim: And in vision little hands Beckoned from the Irish lands, Where the western billows spoke With the Druid groves of oak. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN [NOVEMBER 24, 1863] by GEORGE HENRY BOKER CHIQUITA by FRANCIS BRET HARTE MOON OF LOVELINESS by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II FOR A RETURN by A. A. ANDRIELLO HERE ENTER NOT by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON MR. PETER'S STORY: THE BAGMAN'S DOG by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM TO MARY; OCCASIONED BY HER HAVING ENGRAVED ON A SEAL 'FORGET ME NOT' by BERNARD BARTON |