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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 449 |
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ROSE KAVANAGH (1860-1891)
LOUGH BRAY
A
LITTLE lonely moorland lake, Its waters brown and cool and deep — The cliff, the hills behind it make A picture for my heart to keep.
For rock and heather, wave and strand, Wore tints I never saw them wear;
The June sunshine was o'er the land, Before, 'twas never half so fair !
The amber ripples sang all day,
And singing spilled their crowns of white Upon the beach, in thin pale spray
That streaked the sober sand with light.
The amber ripples sang their song, When suddenly from far o'erhead
A lark's pure voice mixed with the throng Of lovely things about us spread.
Some flowers were there, so near the brink Their shadows in the wave were thrown ;
While mosses, green and gray and pink, Grew thickly round each smooth dark stone. |
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