Go my Irish heart,
Seek out her
Whom you have loved;
Go lay your head
Upon her lap
And let her hand
Embrace your brow.
Her lips your lips
So warm caress
To ease the pain
And stress of dying years,
Listen to her spoken words
That you have dreamed in nightly sleep.
Flee my Irish heart,
Seek out she whom you have loved,
Whose eyes and hair
Are blue and fair
And figure lain so close to you
That heaven seemed no other place.
Rest my Irish heart
In Ceilí’s arms
And let her buried body be
The nearest one to rest with me.
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( the dance divine, of joy and deep pain entwined )
This is a very touching poem. The sadness is palpable.
Very nice!