Have you been at Carrick, and saw my true-love there?
And saw you her features, all beautiful, bright, and fair?
Saw you the most fragrant, flowering, sweet apple-tree?-
Oh! saw you my loved one, and pines she in grief like me?
I have been at Carrick, and saw thy own true-love there;
And saw, too, her features, all beautiful, bright and fair;
And saw the most fragrant, flowering, sweet apple-tree-
I saw thy loved one-she pines not in grief, like thee!
Five guineas would price every tress of her golden hair-
Then think what a treasure her pillow at night to share,
These tresses thick-clustering and curling around her brow-
Oh, Ringlet of Fairness! I’ll drink to thy beauty now! !
When seeking to slumber, my bosom is rent with sighs-
I toss on my pillow till morning’s blest beams arise;
No aid, bright Beloved! can reach me save God above,
For a blood-lake is formed of the light of my eyes with love!
Until yellow Autumn shall usher the Paschal day,
And Patrick’s gay festival come in its train alway-
Although through my coffin the blossoming boughs shall grow,
My love on another I’ll never in life bestow!
Lo! yonder the maiden illustrious, queen-like, high,
With long-flowing tresses adown to her sandal-tie-
Swan, fair as the lily, descended of high degree,
A myriad of welcomes, dear maid of my heart, to thee!
(Edward Walsh)
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Based on Topics: Love Poems, Life Poems, Night Poems, Light Poems, Fairness Poems, Beauty Poems, Grief Poems, Autumn PoemsBased on Keywords: true-love, paschal, guineas, ringlet, carrick, queen-like, blood-lake