In Cavan of little lakes, As I was walking with the wind, And no one seen beside me there, There came a song into my mind; It came as if the whispered voice Of one, but none of human kind, Who walked with me in Cayan then, And he invisible as wind. On Urris of Inish-Owen, As I went up the mountain side, The brook that came leaping down Cried to me--for joy it cried; And when from off the summit far I looked o'er land and water wide, I was more joyous than the brook That met me on the mountain side. To Ara of Connacht's isles, As I went sailing o'er the sea, The wind's word, the brook's word, The wave's word, was plain to me-- As we are, though she is not, As we are, shall Banba be-- There is no king can rule the wind, There is no fetter for the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DEATH OF HIS LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON ROUNDEL by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS CHOEPHOROI: INVOCATION OF AGAMEMNON'S GHOST by AESCHYLUS COMPANY COMMANDER by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE CONCERT PARTY: BUSSEBOOM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE SINGLE ERROR by VIVIAN PIKE BOLES JEFF HART by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. BLANK MISGIVINGS OF A CREATURE MOVING ABOUT IN WORLDS NOT REALIZED: 7 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |