THERE'S a cure for sorrow in the well at Ballylee Where the scarlet cressets hang over the trembling pool: And joyful winds are blowing from the Land of Youth to me, And the heart of the earth is full. Many and many a sunbright maiden saw the enchanted land With star faces glimmer up from the druid wave: Many and many a pain of love was soothed by a faery hand Or lost in the love it gave. When the quiet with a ring of pearl shall wed the earth, And the scarlet berries burn dark by the stars in the pool; Oh, it's lost and deep I'll be amid the Danaan mirth, While the heart of the earth is full. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUT WHERE THE WEST BEGINS by ARTHUR CHAPMAN THE RUNES ON WELAND'S SWORD by RUDYARD KIPLING THE HEART OF THE SOURDOUGH by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE AGAINST IDLENESS AND MISCHIEF by ISAAC WATTS I HEAR AMERICA SINGING by WALT WHITMAN THE FORSAKEN by C. HAMILTON AIDE |