In Cavan of little lakes, As I was walking with the wind, And no one seen beside me there, There came a song into my mind; It came as if the whispered voice Of one, but none of human kind, Who walked with me in Cayan then, And he invisible as wind. On Urris of Inish-Owen, As I went up the mountain side, The brook that came leaping down Cried to me--for joy it cried; And when from off the summit far I looked o'er land and water wide, I was more joyous than the brook That met me on the mountain side. To Ara of Connacht's isles, As I went sailing o'er the sea, The wind's word, the brook's word, The wave's word, was plain to me-- As we are, though she is not, As we are, shall Banba be-- There is no king can rule the wind, There is no fetter for the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROSE-BUD; TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM BROOME JEALOUSY by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE WASTED HOURS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES HUMAN LIFE by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE IN THE MORNING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON LOOKING INTO GOLDING'S OVID by STEVE SCAFIDI JR. ROUTE MARCH by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY UPON MY LADY CARLISLE'S WALKING IN HAMPTON COURT GARDEN by JOHN SUCKLING |