~My Wild Irish Rose~
Let me tell you a tale of old
a-fore when I
Was a rambling and a roaming then
Upon the heather way,
I was a searching for my one true love
To charm for ever and a day.
Where could I but find her
Those illusive flowing locks of raven hair,
A soft rosey cheek complexion
Of a tender skin so fair
For the brave to be a having.. but ne're do or dare.
But, I dreamt of her so
For I thought she would bear me up above
On angels wings
To a land of sadness never seen.
Well.. one evening I thought I had but spied her
A running wildly through the glen,
Her eyes all alight as diamonds
Her garment a-blowing in the wind
Then, the mist but up and shrouded her, afar,
fleeing from me then.
As the moonlight painted shadows
flickered 'neath the sighing tree
Eerie in luminous floating mist,
I struggled through the grasping bracken
Fearing of rocks below all dark and hallowed
Her footstep not to miss.
The fog did but lift as the clouds scudded by the moon
I saw the face of an angel glowing
tipped up toward the sky to croon
Not a moment too soon,
I discovered perfection delight
Casting a most wondrous silhouette
I gazed transfixed in that light,
Never had I been a feared
In the still of that vivid night.
My breath I now held and was about to cry out,
When the mist blew there across my sight
And I stumbled sharp and fell.
The moon smiled at my folly, as it sailed on it's way
For ne'er then could I find her once more
For be-sure, she vanished without trace
And I am but left,
with my story to tell
Of the sweetest touch of amazing grace.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2004 used with permission
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
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"My wild irish rose"