A LOST dream to us now is our home, Ullagone! Ochone-a-rie! Gall to our heart! Oh, gall to our heart! Ullagone! Ochone-a-rie! A hearthless home, without fire, without joy, Without a harp, without a hound! No talk, no laughter, no sound of song, Ullagone for the halls of Lir! Where now are the prosperous kings? Where are the women? Where is the love? The kiss of welcome warm on our cheeks? The loving tongue of hounds on our hands? Oh! the greatness of our mishap! Oh! the length of our evil day! Bitter to toss between sea and sea, But worse the taste of a loveless home. Children we left it, swans we return. To a strange place, strangers. None lives to say: 'These are the Children of Lir.' A dream, In a dream forgotten are we this night! Is this the place of music we knew, Where howls the wolf through the halls of Lir? Where mirth in the drinking-horn was born, Chill falls the rain on the hearth of Lir. Ullagone! Ochone-a-rie! Gall to our hearts is that sight to-night Ullagone! Ochone-a-rie! A lost dream to us now is our home! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALMANZOR & ALMAHIDE, OR THE CONQUEST OF GRANADA: PART 2. EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN THE LONELY CHILD by JAMES OPPENHEIM ETHIOPIA SALUTING THE COLORS by WALT WHITMAN OF GENERAL GOURAUD by ROBERTA BALFOUR JOSEPH'S REFORM (A TALE OF THE HOT DOG TAVERN) by BERTON BRALEY HEY, CA' THRO' by ROBERT BURNS TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE MORTAL LOVER by EDWARD CARPENTER |