YOUNG he left thee, poor he left thee, Sad he left thee, Emerald Isle-- When oppression's cloud bereft thee Of thy last and saddest smile. Here he came, but Ireland ever Warmed his heart and filled his thought-- Wandering son of Erin never Sought his hearth and found it not. Fast by Liffey's lovely borders, Broad of wave and darkly deep, Fast by Leixlip's leaping waters, Parents, friends, and kindred sleep. Here he dwelt, and all around him Blest his warm and honest heart-- Here he died as first we found him, Free from guile and void of art. Touched but now with death's cold finger, Here he walks with us no more -- But if spirits ever linger, His will haunt the Liffey shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: DOMESDAY BOOK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SELF-INTERROGATION by EMILY JANE BRONTE PRELUDES: 1-4 (COMPLETE) by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT SEPTEMBER, 1939 by VERA MARY BRITTAIN THE FOURFOLD ASPECT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |