Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE STARLING LAKE, by JAMES SULLIVAN STARKEY Poet's Biography First Line: My sorrow that I am not by the little dun Last Line: Uprose in the golden quiet over the hill. Alternate Author Name(s): O'sullivan, Seumas Variant Title(s): The Rosses | ||||||||
My sorrow that I am not by the little dun By the lake of the starlings at Rosses under the hill, And the larks there, singing over the fields of dew; Or evening there and the sedges still. For plain I see now the length of the yellow sand, And Lissadell far off and its leafy ways, And the holy mountain whose mighty heart Gathers into it all the coloured days. My sorrow that I am not by the little dun By the lake of the starlings at evening when all is still, And still in whispering sedges the herons stand. 'Tis there I would nestle at rest till the quivering moon Uprose in the golden quiet over the hill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY by JAMES SULLIVAN STARKEY LULLABY by JAMES SULLIVAN STARKEY PRAISE by JAMES SULLIVAN STARKEY THE GREY DUSK by JAMES SULLIVAN STARKEY THE OTHERS by JAMES SULLIVAN STARKEY THE SEDGES by JAMES SULLIVAN STARKEY THE TWILIGHT PEOPLE by JAMES SULLIVAN STARKEY MISSING THE BO IN THE HENHOUSE by HAYDEN CARRUTH SUNSET FROM OMAHA HOTEL WINDOW by CARL SANDBURG |
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