MY wild heart's love, my woodland dove, The tender and the true, She dwells beside a blue stream's tide That bounds through sweet Glenroe; Through every change her love's the same, -- A long bright summer dawn, A gentle flame, -- and oh, her name Is lovely Mairgread ban: Oh, joy, that on her paths I came, My lovely Mairgread ban! When winter hoar comes freezing o'er The mountains wild and grey, Her neck is white as snow-wreaths bright Upon thy crags, Knockea; Her lips are red as roses sweet On Darra's flowery lawn; Her fairy feet are light and fleet, My gentle Mairgread ban; And oh, her steps I love to meet, My own dear Mairgread ban! When silence creeps o'er Houra's steeps, As blue eve ends its reign, Her long locks' fold is like the gold That gleams o'er sky and main. My heart's dark sorrow fled away Like night before the dawn, When one spring day I went astray, And met my Mairgread ban, And felt her blue eyes' witching ray, My lovely Mairgread ban. One summer noon, to hear the tune Of wild birds in the wood, Where murmuring streams flashed back the beams, All rapt in bliss I stood; The birds sang from the fairy moat, From greenwood, brake, and lawn; But never throat could chant a note So sweet as Mairgread ban, As through the vales her wild songs float, My lovely Mairgread ban. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GUARDIANSHIP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 14 by JAMES JOYCE DOMESDAY BOOK: IRMA LEESE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BUSINESS REVERSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE |