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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 129 |
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JOHN MARTLEY
(1844-1882)
A BUDGET OF PARADOXES
CHILD in thy beauty; empress in thy pride; Sweet and unyielding as the summer's tide; Starlike to tremble, starlike to abide.
Guiltless of wounding, yet more true than steel; Gem-like thy light to flash and to conceal; Tortoise to bear, insect to see and feel.
Blushing and shy, yet dread we thy disdain; Smiling, a sunbeam fraught with hints of rain; Trilling love-notes to freedom's fierce refrain.
The days are fresh, the hours are wild and sweet, When spring and winter, dawn and darkness meet; Nymph, with one welcome, thee and these we greet.
THE VALLEY OF SHANGANAGH
Written for the air " The Wearing of the Green "
IN the Valley of Shanganagh, where the songs of skylarks teem, And the rose perfumes the ocean-breeze, as love the hero's dream, 'Twas there I wooed my Maggie. In her dark eyes
there did dwell A secret that the billows knew, but yet could never tell. |
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