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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 181 |
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When, by moonlight, the waters were hushed to
repose, That beautiful spirit of ocean arose; Her hair, full of luster, just floated and fell O'er her bosom, that heaved with a billowy swell.
Long, long had he loved her—long vainly essayed To lure from her dwelling the coy ocean maid; And long had he wandered and watched by the tide, To claim the fair spirit O'Sullivan's bride !
The maiden she gazed on the creature of earth, Whose voice in her breast to a feeling gave birth : Then smiled; and abashed as a maiden might be, Looking down, gently sank to her home in the sea.
Though gentle that smile, as the moonlight above, O'Sullivan felt 'twas the dawning of love, And hope came on hope, spreading over his mind, As the eddy of circles her wake left behind.
The lord of Dunkerron he plunged in the waves, And sought, through the fierce rush of waters, their
caves; The gloom of whose depths, studded over with spars, Had the glitter of midnight when lit up by stars.
Who can tell or can fancy the treasures that sleep Intombed in the wonderful womb of the deep ? The pearls and the gems, as if valueless thrown To lie 'mid the sea-wreck concealed and unknown. |
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