OVER the dim blue hills Strays a wild river, Over the dim blue hills Rests my heart ever. Dearer and brighter than Jewels and pearl, Dwells she in beauty there, Maire my girl. Down upon Claris heath Shines the soft berry, On the brown harvest tree Droops the red cherry. Sweeter thy honey lips, Softer the curl Straying adown thy cheeks, Maire my girl. 'Twas on an April eve That I first met her; Many an eve shall pass Ere I forget her. Since my young heart has been Wrapped in a whirl, Thinking and dreaming of Maire my girl. She is too kind and fond Ever to grieve me, She has too pure a heart E'er to deceive me. Were I Tyrconnell's chief Or Desmond's earl, Life would be dark, wanting Maire my girl. Over the dim blue hills Strays a wild river, Over the dim blue hills Rests my heart ever; Dearer and brighter than Jewels or pearl, Dwells she in beauty there, Maire my girl. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE RABBIT by KAREN SWENSON THE ALLEY. AN IMITATION OF SPENSER by ALEXANDER POPE HYMN OF THE WEST by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE OUTCAST by HELEN MCCRORY ARENDELL THE ELDER'S WARNING; A LAY OF THE CONVOCATION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN FUTILITY by CHARLOTTE BLAISING THE RABBI'S VISION by FRANCES BROWNE |