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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 345 |
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F. O'NEILL GALLAGHER
(Living)
THE SEA MADNESS
I
HAVE come far from the sound of the thresh, the sight of the living sea, To a place of cribbed and narrow ways, where only the wind is free; But the leap of the sea is in my blood, and always,
night and day, I hear the lap and wash of the waves, the hiss of the flying spray.
•When the loosened winds of the tempest wake far thunder on the deep
I can hear the siren music calling through the veil of sleep;
Through the thronging city highways comes the hollow ocean roar,
And I sicken for the long green surge, the lonely foam-wet shore.
I know a storm-lashed headland, where the broken
hillside dips In a sombre flame of heather to the ocean's singing
lips. I must go; the sea has called me, as a mistress to her
swain; From the immemorial tumult I shall drink of peace
again. |
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