O, YOU plant the pain in my heart with your wistful eyes, Girl of my choice, Maureen! Will you drive me mad for the kisses your shy, sweet mouth denies, Maureen? Like a walking ghost I am, and no words to woo, White rose of the West, Maureen: For it 's pale you are, and the fear that 's on you is over me too, Maureen! Sure it 's one complaint that 's on us, asthore, this day, Bride of my dreams, Maureen: The smart of the bee that stung us his honey must cure, they say, Maureen! I'll coax the light to your eyes, and the rose to your face, Mavourneen, my own Maureen! When I feel the warmth of your breast, and your nest is my arm's embrace, Maureen! O where was the King o' the World that day -- only me? My one true love, Maureen! And you the Queen with me there, and your throne in my heart, machree, Maureen! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PSALM OF TRAVEL by GEORGE SANTAYANA COMPOSED BY THE SEA-SIDE NEAR CALAIS [AUGUST 1802] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 1. ALLAH by EDWIN ARNOLD THE DEAD OF THE WILDERNESS by CHAIM NACHMAN BIALIK YOUR NEIGHBOR by H. HOWARD BIGGAR |