O, SHOULD you e'er meet with Kate Kearney, Who lives near the lakes of Killarney, Of her dark eyes beware, for love's witching snare Lies hid in the glance of Kate Kearney. For those eyes, so seducingly beaming, Will kill ere of mischief you're dreaming; And who dares to view her cheek's rosy hue Must die by the spell of Kate Kearney! At eve, should you meet this Kate Kearney, On the balm-breathing banks of Killarney, Of her smile, O, beware, for fatal's the snare Concealed in the smile of Kate Kearney. Though her hair o'er her snowy neck's streaming, Her looks with simplicity teeming, Beware ere you sip the balm from her lip, For fatal's the breath of Kate Kearney! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF THE HIRED MAN by ROBERT FROST LYING IN THE GRASS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE SEAMY SIDE OF MOTLEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE VOLCANIC ISLAND by CLIFFORD BAX THE DARK OF THE MOON by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 102 by BLISS CARMAN UPON THE THEME OF LOVE: THE BODY, A FANCY by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH |