THERE'S a wide sea flowing and a deep river going Betwixt you and me, Mayo, And there's no bridge over, and past all recover Are the days of long ago. But O it's dear you are, and O it's fair you are! As I go to and fro I see the great skies of you; the fall and rise of you Are like my heart, Mayo! Your great skies arching and your mountains marching, Like Kings to the sea they go; Croagh Patrick and Nephin have scarce their like in Heaven. O the grandeur of your mountains, Mayo! The wind from the ocean comes with a wild commotion Over bogs I used to know; Rose and bronze and azure, like a great King's treasure, The colours of your bogs, Mayo. Was I ever fretful, of your beauty forgetful, Were the days ever sad and slow, When he and I, together, walked in the wild weather Your roads and your fields, Mayo? There's a blue sea by Achill and a long heather hill; My heart keeps sighing soft and low; But we'll never come again in the sun or in the rain Over your shining plains, Mayo. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STREET LANTERNS by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE WESSEX HEIGHTS by THOMAS HARDY OF THE DAY ESTIVALL by ALEXANDER HUME SIT DOWN SAD SOUL by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER SONNET: 64 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONNET: 8 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |