THERE'S a wide sea flowing and a deep river going Betwixt you and me, Mayo, And there's no bridge over, and past all recover Are the days of long ago. But O it's dear you are, and O it's fair you are! As I go to and fro I see the great skies of you; the fall and rise of you Are like my heart, Mayo! Your great skies arching and your mountains marching, Like Kings to the sea they go; Croagh Patrick and Nephin have scarce their like in Heaven. O the grandeur of your mountains, Mayo! The wind from the ocean comes with a wild commotion Over bogs I used to know; Rose and bronze and azure, like a great King's treasure, The colours of your bogs, Mayo. Was I ever fretful, of your beauty forgetful, Were the days ever sad and slow, When he and I, together, walked in the wild weather Your roads and your fields, Mayo? There's a blue sea by Achill and a long heather hill; My heart keeps sighing soft and low; But we'll never come again in the sun or in the rain Over your shining plains, Mayo. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEEWEE by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG THE NYMPH COMPLAINING FOR THE DEATH OF HER FAUN [OR, FAWN] by ANDREW MARVELL HONEY DRIPPING FROM THE COMB by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: APRIL by EDMUND SPENSER ON THE BIRTH OF HIS SON by SU SHIH OF THE REED THAT THE JEWS SET IN OUR SAVIOUR'S HAND by WILLIAM ALABASTER PRAYER FOR A BOY WITH A KITE by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WENDELL PHILLIPS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |