Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis
Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis
238 In her spotless linen hood, Like the other sisterhood, She braves the open cloister when the psalm sounds sweet and low; When some sister's bier doth pass From the minster and the Mass, Soon to sink into the earth, like the Spirit of the Snow. But at times so full of joy, She will play with girl and boy, Fly from out their tingling fingers, like white fireballs on the foe; She will burst in feathery flakes, And the ruin that she makes Will but wake the crackling laughter of the Spirit of the Snow. Or in furry mantle drest, She will fondle on her breast The embryo buds awaiting the near Spring's mysterious throe; So fondly that the first Of the blossoms that outburst Will be called the beauteous daughter of the Spirit of the Snow. Ah! would that we were sure Of hearts so warmly pure, In all the winter weather that this lesser life must know; That when shines the Sun of Love From the warmer realm above, In its light we may dissolve, like the Spirit of the Snow. TO THE BAY OF DUBLIN. My native Bay, for many a year I've lov'd thee with a trembling fear, Lest thou, though dear and very dear, And beauteous as a vision, Shouldst have some rival far away, Some matchless wonder of a bay, Whose sparkling waters ever play 'Neath azure skies elysian.
239 'Tis Love, methought, blind Love that pours The rippling magic round these shores, For whatsoever Love adores Becomes what Love desireth: 'Tis ignorance of aught beside That throws enchantment o'er the tide, And makes my heart respond with pride To what mine eye admireth, And thus, unto our mutual loss, Whene'er I paced the sloping moss Of green Killiney, or across The intervening waters, Up Howth's brown sides my feet would wend, To see thy sinuous bosom bend, Or view thine outstretch'd arms extend To clasp thine islet daughters; Then would this spectre of my fear Beside me stand--How calm and clear Slept underneath, the green waves, near The tide-worn rocks' recesses; Or when they woke, and leapt from land, Like startled sea-nymphs, hand-in-hand, Seeking the southern silver strand With floating emerald tresses: It lay o'er all, a moral mist, Even on the hills, when evening kissed The granite peaks to amethyst, I felt its fatal shadow: It darkened o'er the brightest rills, It lowered upon the sunniest hills, And hid the wing`ed song that fills The moorland and the meadow. But now that I have been to view All even Nature's self can do, And from Gaeta's arch of blue Borne many a fond memento; And from each fair and famous scene,
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239<br />
'Tis Love, methought, blind Love that pours<br />
The rippling magic round these shores,<br />
For whatsoever Love adores<br />
Becomes what Love desireth:<br />
'Tis ignorance of aught beside<br />
That throws enchantment o'er the tide,<br />
And makes my heart respond with pride<br />
To what mine eye admireth,<br />
And thus, unto our mutual loss,<br />
Whene'er I paced the sloping moss<br />
Of green Killiney, or across<br />
The intervening waters,<br />
Up Howth's brown sides my feet would wend,<br />
To see thy sinuous bosom bend,<br />
Or view thine outstretch'd arms extend<br />
To clasp thine islet daughters;<br />
Then would this spectre of my fear<br />
Beside me stand--How calm and clear<br />
Slept underneath, the green waves, near<br />
The tide-worn rocks' recesses;<br />
Or when they woke, and leapt from land,<br />
Like startled sea-nymphs, hand-in-hand,<br />
Seeking the southern silver strand<br />
With floating emerald tresses:<br />
It lay o'er all, a moral mist,<br />
Even on the hills, when evening kissed<br />
The granite peaks to amethyst,<br />
I felt its fatal shadow:<br />
It darkened o'er the brightest rills,<br />
It lowered upon the sunniest hills,<br />
And hid the wing`ed song that fills<br />
The moorland and the meadow.<br />
But now that I have been to view<br />
All even Nature's self can do,<br />
And from Gaeta's arch of blue<br />
Borne many a fond memento;<br />
And from each fair and famous scene,