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STAR of my sight, you gentle Breedyeen, Often at night I am sick and grieving; I am ill, I know it, and no deceiving, And grief on the wind blows no relieving. 0 wind, if passing by that grey boreen, Blow my blessing unto my storeen; Were I on the spot I should hear her calling, But I am not, and my tears are falling. Into the post I put a letter Telling my love that I was no better; Small the loss, was her answer to me, A lover's mind should be always gloomy. Wind, greet the mountain where she I prize is When the gold moon sets and the white sun rises; A grey fog hangs over cursed Dublin, It fills my lungs and my heart it's troubling. Ochone Ifor the death, when the breath is going! I thought to bribe it with bumpers flowing; I'd give what men see from yonder steeple To be in Loughrea and amongst my people. Och, the long high-roads I shall never travel! Worn my brogues are, with stones and gravel; Though I went to mass, there was no devotion, But to see her pass with her swan-like motion. Farewell Loughrea, and a long farewell to you; Many's the pleasant day I spent in you, Drinking with friends, and my love beside me, I little dreamt then of what should betide me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HE MEDIATES ON THE LIFE OF A RICH MAN by DOUGLAS HYDE COLD, SHARP LAMENTATION by DOUGLAS HYDE NELLY OF THE TOP-KNOTS by DOUGLAS HYDE ADDRESS OF DEATH TO TOMAS DE ROISTE by DOUGLAS HYDE NON SUM QUALIS ERAM BONAE SUB REGNO CYNARAE by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON THE HERITAGE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL WRITTEN IN THE BEGINNING OF MEZERAY'S HISTORY OF FRANCE by MATTHEW PRIOR OF CAUTION by FRANCESCO DA BARBERINI |
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