The song of Fionnuala
|The song of Fionnuala
|Tune—‘Arrah, my dear Eveleen.’|
Silent, oh Moyle! be the roar of thy water,
Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose!
While murmuring mournfully, Lir's lonely daughter
Tells to the night star her tale of woes.
When shall the swan, her death note singing,
Sleep with wings in darkness furl'd?
When will heav'n it's sweet bells ringing
Call my spirit from this stormy world?
Sadly, oh Moyle! to thy winter-wave weeping,
Fate bids me languish long ages away:
Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping
Still doth the pure light its dawning delay.
When shall that day-star mildly springing,
Warm our isle with peace and love?
When will Heav'n, its sweet bell ringing,
Call my spirit to the fields above?
|This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.|