Scoil: Latsey

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Seugog Lake: A Midsummer Night's Dream (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   My eye-lids closed, I knew no more, till wrapt in balmy steep.

   
   * * *

   
   I fancied that on ocean's breast I faced the morning sun,

   And e'er two weeks had run their course, I found myself at home;

   
   And saw once more my native hills all decked in lovely green,

   Rich valleys too long lost to view where happy days I've seen.

   
   * * *

   
   I've heard the little robins sing, their clear notes warbling wild,

   The same sweet notes I used to hear when I was but a child;

   The mountain lark, the meadow thrush, the black-bird whistling clear

   
   All tune their lays on Latchey's braes resounding far and near.

   
   * * *

   
   The corncrake pensive sings her notes in yonder meadow green,

   As when I swung my keen edged scythe when I was in my teens;

   With cheerful heart from morn till dark I spent the live-long day

   While Kitty sang her sweetest strains while spreading out the hay.

   
   * * *

   
   Those happy scenes that intervene, 'tween youth and riper age,

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

   Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.

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