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104 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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Oh ! the Erne shall run red
With redundance of blood, The earth shall rock beneath our tread,
And flames wrap hill and wood, And gun-peal and slogan-cry
Wake many a glen serene, Ere you shall fade, ere you shall die,
My dark Rosaleen !
My own Rosaleen ! The Judgment Hour must first be nigh, Ere you can fade, ere you can die,
My dark Rosaleen ! |
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GONE IN THE WIND1 |
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SOLOMON ! where is thy throne? It is gone in the wind. Babylon ! where is thy might ? It is gone in the wind. Like the swift shadows of Noon, like the dreams of
the blind, Vanish the glories and pomps of the earth in the wind.
ii Man ! canst thou build upon aught in the pride of
thy mind ? Wisdom will teach thee that nothing can tarry behind ;
1 Mangan describes this as a translation from the German of Riickert. It has, however, no German original—the phrase " gone in the wind " being practically all that it possesses in common with a certain poem of Ruckert's, and there the phrase is used differently. |
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