I. 'TWAS dying they thought her, And kindly they brought her To the banks of Blackwater, Where her forefathers lie; 'Twas the place of her childhood, And they hoped that its wild wood, And air soft and mild would Soothe her spirit to die. II. But she met on its border A lad who adored her -- No rich man, nor lord, or A coward, or slave; But one who had worn A green coat, and borne A pike from Slieve Mourne, With the patriots brave. III. Oh! the banks of the stream are Than emeralds greener: And how should they wean her From loving the earth? While the song-birds so sweet, And the waves at their feet, And each young pair they meet, Are all flushing with mirth. IV. And she listed his talk, And he shared in her walk -- And how could she baulk One so gallant and true? But why tell the rest? Her love she confest, And sunk on his breast, Like the eventide dew. V. Ah! now her cheek glows With the tint of the rose, And her healthful blood flows, Just as fresh as the stream: And her eye flashes bright, And her footstep is light, And sickness and blight Fled away like a dream. VI. And soon by his side She kneels a sweet bride, In maidenly pride And maidenly fears; And their children were fair, And their home knew no care, Save that all homesteads were Not as happy as theirs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LONG AGO by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN TAYLOR PRIDE OF THE VILLAGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN RISUS DEI by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN VERIS ET FAVONI by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN A WALK THROUGH THE SNOW by ALICE CARY |