Thy memory, green Erin, haunteth me
Since first I stood upon Killarney’s shore,
Or saw from Limerick’s spires the Shannon pour
Its turbid waters towards the western sea;
And in my fancy’s hour I turn to thee
To muse upon thy never-failing store
Of ancient myth and legendary lore,
Enshrining every glade and rock and tree.
Across thy lonely bogs the Banshee moans,
At eve the fiddle cries in mystic tones,
And elfin-folk dance on the moon-lit green.
Thy scenes I love, but chiefly Mulla’s dell,
Where Spenser, rapt in rich enchantment’s spell,
Saw his great vision of the ‘Faerie Queene.’
(John Russell Hayes)
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