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IN TIR-NA’N-OG

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By Ethna Carbery

In Tir-na’n-Og,

In Tir-na’n-Og,

Summer and spring go hand in hand, and in the radiant weather

Brown autumn leaves and winter snow come floating down together.

In Tir-na’n-Og,

In Tir-na’n-Og,

The sagans sway this way and that, the twisted fern uncloses,

The quicken-berry hides its red above the tender roses.

In Tir-na’n-Og,

In Tir-na’n-Og,

The blackbird lilts, the robin chirps, the linnet wearies never,

They pipe to dancing feet of Sidhe and thus shall pipe forever.

In Tir-na’n-Og,

In Tir-na’n-Og,

All in a drift of apple blooms my true love there is roaming,

He will not come although I pray from dawning until gloaming.

In Tir-na’n-Og,

In Tir-na’n-Og,

The Sidhe desired my Heart’s Delight, they lured him from my keeping,

He stepped within a fairy ring while all the world was sleeping.

In Tir-na’n-Og,

In Tir-na’n-Og,

He hath forgotten hill and glen where misty shadows gather,

The bleating of the mountain sheep, the cabin of his father.

In Tir-na’n-Og,

In Tir-na’n-Og,

He wanders in a happy dream thro’ scented golden hours,

He flutes, to woo a fairy love, knee deep in fairy flowers.

In Tir-na’n-Og,

In Tir-na’n-Og,

No memory hath he of my face, no sorrow for my sorrow,

My flax is spun, my wheel is hushed, and so I wait the morrow.

Dreams and Images: An Anthology of Catholic Poets

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