UPON THE PEAK OF SANNEEN
My soul and I, upon the peak
Of Sanneen grim and grey,
Sat musing in the twilight of
A sombre summer day.
"Great Saturn and the Moon are gone
Together o'er the sea;
But will great Saturn e'er return
Should he elope with thee?
Ah well, who knows? when thou art gone
I, too, shall sink within the brine,—
I, too, shall sail above this peak
And signal yonder groves of pine.
Behold the melancholy sky
Of this forgotten land;
On this side are the valleys bleak,
On this, the desert sand."
"I hear the moaning of the wind,"
My sad companion said;
"The snow is gathering in me
And the night is overhead.
Long have we dwelt together, friend,
In our sweet ennui;
But were I now to take my leave,
Alas, what would I be?"
"O, think not of departing,
Ah, too young I am to die;
I'll find the magic wings; and there
Still hangs a friendly sky.
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