Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ENCHANTED ISLAND, by LUKE AYLMER CONOLLY First Line: To rathlin's isle I chanced to sail Last Line: The fairy isle is seen no more! Subject(s): Mermaids & Mermen; Rathlin (island), Ireland | ||||||||
TO Rathlin's Isle I chanced to sail, When summer breezes softly blew, And there I heard so sweet a tale, That oft I wished it could be true. They said, at eve, when rude winds sleep, And hushed is every turbid swell, A mermaid rises from the deep, And sweetly tunes her magic shell. And while she plays, rock, dell, and cave In dying falls the sound retain, As if some choral spirits gave Their aid to swell her witching strain. Then summoned by that dulcet note, Uprising to the admiring view, A fairy island seems to float With tints of many a gorgeous hue. And glittering fanes and lofty towers All on this fairy isle are seen; And waving trees and shady bowers, With more than mortal verdure green. And as it moves, the western sky Glows with a thousand varying rays; And the calm sea, tinged with each dye, Seems like a golden flood of blaze. They also say, if earth or stone From verdant Erin's hallowed land Were on this magic island thrown, Forever fixed it then would stand. But when for this some little boat In silence ventures from the shore, The mermaid sinks, hushed is the note, The fairy isle is seen no more! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VAIN TEARS, FR. THE QUEEN OF CORINTH by JOHN FLETCHER CEREMONIES FOR CANDLEMASSE EVE by ROBERT HERRICK AT GIBRALTAR by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY REDFIELD FARM, MICHIGAN by HERBERT BUCKLEN BRADY A FRAGMENT FOUND IN A LECTURE-ROOM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |
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