@3[Frederick Nicholls Crouch, the Musical Genius and Composer of the world- known air "Kathleen Mavourneen," was, at above date, living, in helpless age, in his adopted country, America -- a citizen since 1849.]@1 KATHLEEN MAVOURNEEN! The song is still ringing As fresh and as clear as the trill of the birds; In world-weary hearts it is throbbing and singing In pathos too sweet for the tenderest words. Oh, have we forgotten the one who first breathed it? Oh, have we forgotten his rapturous art -- Our meed to the master whose genius bequeathed it? Oh, why art thou silent, thou Voice of the Heart? -- @3Our need to the master whose genius bequeathed it@1 -- @3Oh, why are we silent, Kathleen Mavourneen!@1 Kathleen Mavourneen! Thy lover still lingers; The long night is waning, the stars pale and few; Thy sad serenader, with tremulous fingers, Is bowed with his tears as the lily with dew; The old harp-strings quaver, the old voice is shaking; In sighs and in sobs moans the yearning refrain; The old vision dims, and the old heart is breaking . . . Kathleen Mavourneen, inspire us again! @3The old vision dims, and the old heart is breaking:@1 @3Oh, why are we silent, Kathleen Mavourneen!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRIEF by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE YOUNG HOUSEWIFE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS PRINCE ARTHUR: THE CRYSTAL PALACES by RICHARD BLACKMORE EVENING by SYLVIA HORTENSE BLISS THE SHAD SPIRIT by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |