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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 199 |
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"Tis sweet to gaze when the sun's bright rays
Are cooling themselves in the trembling wave —
But 'tis sweeter far when the evening star
Shines like a smile at Friendship's grave.
There the hollow shells through their wreathed cells,
Make music on the silent shore, As the summer breeze, through the distant trees,
Murmurs in fragrant breathings o'er.
And the sea-weed shines, like the hidden mines
Or the fairy cities beneath the sea, And the waved-washed stones are bright as the thrones
Of the ancient Kings of Araby.
If it were my lot in that fairy spot
To live forever, and dream 'twere mine,
Courts might woo, and kings pursue,
Ere 1 would leave thee—Loved Loch-Ine. |
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