O, SHOULD you e'er meet with Kate Kearney, Who lives near the lakes of Killarney, Of her dark eyes beware, for love's witching snare Lies hid in the glance of Kate Kearney. For those eyes, so seducingly beaming, Will kill ere of mischief you're dreaming; And who dares to view her cheek's rosy hue Must die by the spell of Kate Kearney! At eve, should you meet this Kate Kearney, On the balm-breathing banks of Killarney, Of her smile, O, beware, for fatal's the snare Concealed in the smile of Kate Kearney. Though her hair o'er her snowy neck's streaming, Her looks with simplicity teeming, Beware ere you sip the balm from her lip, For fatal's the breath of Kate Kearney! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JANGLING MEMORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BONDAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOVELIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PROMISE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER |