O Mary dear! O Mary fair! O branch of generous stem! White blossom of the banks of Nair, Though lilies grow on them; You've left me sick at heart for love, So faint I cannot see; The candle swims the board above, I'm drunk for love of thee! O stately stem of maiden pride, My woe it is and pain That I thus severed from thy side The long night must remain. Through all the towns of Innisfail I've wandered far and wide, But from Downpatrick to Kinsale, From Carlow to Kilbride, Many lords and dames of high degree Where'er my feet have gone, My Mary, one to equal thee I never looked upon: I live in darkness and in doubt When'er my love's away; But were the gracious sun put out, Her shadow would make day. 'Tis she, indeed, young bud of bliss, As gentle as she's fair. Though lily-white her bosom is, And sunny bright her hair, And dewy azure her blue eye, And rosy red her cheek, Yet brighter she in modesty, Most beautifully meek: The world's wise men from north to south Can never cure my pain; But one kiss from her honey mouth Would make me well again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 53 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE GARDEN DAYS: 7. THE GARDENER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON YEARS OF THE MODERN by WALT WHITMAN IMAGES: 2 by RICHARD ALDINGTON INTEGRITY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE VISITOR by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE BROKEN PITCHER by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT VALEDICTORY; THE SCHOLAR TO THE ASHES OF HIS LIBRARY by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THE RING AND THE BOOK: BOOK 5. COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI by ROBERT BROWNING |