My Lagan Love

Where Lagan stream sings lullaby
There blows a lily fair
The twilight gleam is in her eye
The night is on her hair
And like a love-sick lennan-shee
She has my heart in thrall
Nor life I owe nor liberty
For love is lord of all

Her father sails a running-barge
‘Twixt Leamh-beag and The Druim
And on the lonely river-marge
She clears his hearth for him
When she was only fairy-high
Her gentle mother died
But dew-Love keeps her memory warm
By Lagan’s silver side

And often when the beetle’s horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto her shieling lorn
And thru the dooring peep
There on the cricket’s singing stone
She stirs the bogwood fire
And hums in sad sweet undertone
The songs of heart’s desire

Her welcome, like her love for me
Is from her heart within
Her warm kiss is felicity
That knows no taint of sin
And, when I stir my foot to go
‘Tis leaving love and light
To feel the wind of longing blow
From out the dark of night

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