When all her brothers in the house Were lying asleep, my love Ran before me under the bend of boughs, Till we looked down from above On the long loch, On the brown loch, On the lone loch of Killary. Together we ran down the copse And stood in the rain as close As the birds that sleep in the soft tops Of the tree that comes and goes, When the morn moon, When the young moon, When the morn moon is on Killary! In tremblings of the water chill Swans we saw preen their coat, Biting their plumes, with stoop'd bill And quivering neck, afloat On the brown shade, On the deep shade, The shade of hills on Killary. "Why pale, my beloved, now When the first light 'gins to beat? No sun of autumn is rich as thou, And honey after thy feet Shall rise from the grass, From the wet of the grass, The brow of the grass over Killary!" "My grief it is only that thou and I Must part, like swans of the flood That rise up sorrowful into the sky; For one goes over the wood, And one oversea, And one oversea, And one oversea from Killary! . . "Ah, the little raindrops that hang on the bough, Together they may run, But never again shall I and thou Meet here in the morning sun . . . We shall meet no more, We must kiss no more, We shall meet no more by Killary!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAY THROUGH THE WOODS by RUDYARD KIPLING SONNET: 102 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE CLEVER TOM CLINCH GOING TO BE HANGED by JONATHAN SWIFT VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 5. NIGHT SONG AT AMALFI by SARA TEASDALE SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO CHILDREN: 3. THE GOLDEN DAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET OF HYM THAT TOGYDER WYLL SERVE TWO MAYSTERS by SEBASTIAN BRANT THE MAID OF THE MOOR, OR THE WATER-FIENDS, SELECTION by GEORGE COLMAN THE YOUNGER |