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SWEET IMOKILLY, by ROBERT DWYER JOYCE Poet's Biography First Line: I met, within the greenwood wild Last Line: By thy green woods, sweet imokilly! Subject(s): Imokilly, Ireland | ||||||||
I MET, within the greenwood wild, My own true knight, that loved me dearly, When summer airs blew soft and mild, And linnets sang, and waves rolled clearly; And, O, we pledged such loving vows In moss-grown glade, all green and rilly, Where lightly waved the rustling boughs Of thy green woods, sweet Imokilly! I met my love in festive hall, Mid lords, and knights, and warriors fearless, And there my love among them all To my fond heart was ever peerless: And he was fond, and time could ne'er His love for me make cold and chilly; Ah! then I knew nor grief nor care Mid thy green woods, sweet Imokilly! From Rincrew's turrets, high and hoar, When autumn floods were wildly sweeping, I saw my love ride to the shore, I saw him in the torrent leaping, To meet me 'neath the twilight dim, In bowery nook, secure and stilly; But the ruthless waters swallowed him, By thy green woods, sweet Imokilly! | Other Poems of Interest...CROSSING THE BLACKWATER by ROBERT DWYER JOYCE FINNEEN O'DRISCOLL THE ROVER by ROBERT DWYER JOYCE KILCOLEMAN CASTLE by ROBERT DWYER JOYCE MAIRGREAD BAN (FAIR-HAIRED MARGARET) by ROBERT DWYER JOYCE SONG OF THE FOREST FAIRY by ROBERT DWYER JOYCE SWEET GLENGARIFF'S WATER by ROBERT DWYER JOYCE THE BANKS OF ANNER by ROBERT DWYER JOYCE THE BLACKSMITH OF LIMERICK by ROBERT DWYER JOYCE THE DRYNAN DHUN (BLACKTHORN) by ROBERT DWYER JOYCE THE HILLS OF SWEET TIPPERARY by ROBERT DWYER JOYCE |
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