Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis
Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis
Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis
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Need we say that Maurice loved her, and that no blush reproved her<br />
When her throbbing bosom moved her to give the heart she gave;<br />
That by dawnlight and by twilight, and, O blessed moon! by thy light,<br />
When the twinkling stars on high light the wanderer o'er the wave,<br />
His steps unconscious led him where Glengariff's waters lave<br />
Each mossy bank and cave.<br />
He thitherward is wending, o'er the vale is night descending,<br />
Quick his step, but quicker sending his herald thoughts before;<br />
By rocks and streams before him, proud and hopeful on he bore him;<br />
One star was shining o'er him--in his heart of hearts two more--<br />
And two other eyes, far brighter than a human head e'er wore,<br />
Unseen were shining o'er.<br />
These eyes are not of woman, no brightness merely human<br />
Could, planet-like, illumine the place in which they shone;<br />
But Nature's bright works vary--there are beings light and airy,<br />
Whom mortal lips call fairy, and Una she is one--<br />
Sweet sisters of the moonbeams and daughters of the sun,<br />
Who along the curling cool waves run.<br />
As summer lightning dances amid the heavens' expanses,<br />
Thus shone the burning glances of those flashing fairy eyes;<br />
Three splendours there were shining, three passions intertwining,<br />
Despair and hope combining their deep-contrasted dyes,<br />
With jealousy's green lustre, as troubled ocean vies<br />
With the blue of summer skies!<br />
She was a fairy creature, of heavenly form and feature,<br />
Not Venus' self could teach her a newer, sweeter grace,<br />
Not Venus' self could lend her an eye so dark and tender,<br />
Half softness and half splendour, as lit her lily face;<br />
And as the choral planets move harmonious throughout space,<br />
There was music in her pace.<br />
But when at times she started, and her blushing lips were parted,<br />
And a pearly lustre darted from her teeth so ivory white,<br />
You'd think you saw the gliding of two rosy clouds dividing,<br />
And the crescent they were hiding gleam forth upon your sight<br />
Through these lips, as though the portals of a heaven pure and bright,<br />
Came a breathing of delight!