THERE'S a cure for sorrow in the well at Ballylee Where the scarlet cressets hang over the trembling pool: And joyful winds are blowing from the Land of Youth to me, And the heart of the earth is full. Many and many a sunbright maiden saw the enchanted land With star faces glimmer up from the druid wave: Many and many a pain of love was soothed by a faery hand Or lost in the love it gave. When the quiet with a ring of pearl shall wed the earth, And the scarlet berries burn dark by the stars in the pool; Oh, it's lost and deep I'll be amid the Danaan mirth, While the heart of the earth is full. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN ROMNEY MARSH by JOHN DAVIDSON ELEGY: 16. ON HIS MISTRESS by JOHN DONNE WOMAN'S WILL by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE BALLAD OF CHICKAMAUGA [SEPTEMBER 19-20, 1863] by JAMES MAURICE THOMPSON THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S HESITATION by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 63. AL-HAIY by EDWIN ARNOLD A SOLILOQUY ON THE COURSE AND CONSQUENCE OF A DOUBTING MIND by JOHN BYROM MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: SATURDAY by JOHN BYROM |