The murmuring tide foams slowly up the sands, Behind a veil of gold lost Ireland lies, And with the sunset in his yearning eyes Alone on Colum-kil Columba stands; He frees the white bird from his tender hands, Beyond a changing violet sea it flies, A streak of mist against the burnished skies It vanishes in far green Western lands. The tides still whisper through the waning light, Wings still find rest along that wave-worn place, But he will climb the cold gray rocks no more; And yet ye know that from a fairer height He watches across deeps of star-filled space The well-loved outline of his Irish shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE GIRL LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE NATURE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FIRST FIG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE LITTLE GHOST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE HIGHWAYMAN by ALFRED NOYES THE SPIRIT OF THE TIMES by ALEXANDER ANDERSON DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 12. TO YONE NOGUCHI by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |