User:Nora lives/O'Donovan's Daughter

Three poems by Edward Walsh, evidently all "written in praise of the same young beauty".. Edition perhaps a little corrupt. Others.

O'Donovan's Daughter
One midsummer's eve, when the Bel-fires were lighted, And the bag-piper's tune called the maidens delighted, I joined a gay group by the Araglyn's water, And danced till the dawn with O'Donovan's Daughter.

Have you seen the ripe monadan glisten in Kerry? Have you marked on the Galtees the black whortle-berry? Or ceanabhan wave by the wells of Blackwater? They're the cheek, eye, and neck of O'Donovan's Daughter.

Have you seen a gay kidling on Claragh's round mountain? The swan's arching glory on Sheeling's blue fountain? Heard a weird woman chant what the fairy choir taught her? They're the step, grace, and tone of O'Donovan's Daughter!

Have you marked in its flight the black wing of the raven? The rosebuds that breathe in the summer breeze waven? The pearls that lie hid under Lene's magic water? They're the teeth, lips, and hair of O'Donovan's Daughter!

Ere the Bel-fire was dimmed or the dancers departed, I taught her a song of some maid broken-hearted; And that group, and that dance, and that love-song I taught her Haunt my slumber at night with O'Donovan's Daughter.

God grant 'tis no fay from Cnoc-Firinn that woos me, God grant 'tis not Cliodhna the queen that pursues me, That my soul lost and lone has no witchery wrought her, While I dream of dark groves and O'Donovan's Daughter!

If spell-bound I pine with an airy disorder, Saint Gobnate has sway over Musgry's wide border; She'll scare from my couch, when with prayer I've besought her, That bright airy sprite like O'Donovan's Daughter!