By W. B. Yeats
In 1895 the thirty-year-old W.B. Yeats, already confirmed as certainly one of Ireland's major poets and folklorists, released this remarkable choice of Irish verse as a part of his crusade to set up a convention of Irish poetry healthy for the sunrise of a brand new age in Ireland's heritage. This Routledge Classics variation, entire with a in particular commissioned creation via acclaimed author and critic John Banville, is key analyzing for all who have fun with reliable literature.
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O, woe is me, where is he? Wandering, houseless, desolate, Alone, without or guide or chart! Medreams I see just now his face, the strawberry-bright, Uplifted to the blackened heavens, while the tempestuous winds Blow ﬁercely over and round him, and the smiting sleet-shower blinds The hero of Galang to-night! Large, large aﬄiction unto me and mine it is, That one of his majestic bearing, his fair, stately form, Should thus be tortured and o’erborne—that this unsparing storm Should wreak its wrath on head like his!
My bed was the ground; my roof, the greenwood above, And the wealth that I sought one far kind glance from my love. Alas! on that night when the horses I drove from the ﬁeld, That I was not near from terror my angel to shield. She stretched forth her arms,—her mantle she ﬂung to the wind, And swam o’er Loch Lene, her outlawed lover to ﬁnd. O would that a freezing sleet-wing’d tempest did sweep, And I and my love were alone, far oﬀ on the deep; I’d ask not a ship, or a bark, or pinnace, to save,— With her hand round my waist, I’d fear not the wind or the wave.
There’s wine from the royal Pope, Upon the ocean green; And Spanish ale shall give you hope, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! Shall glad your heart, shall give you hope, Shall give you health, and help, and hope, My Dark Rosaleen! Over hills, and through dales, Have I roamed for your sake; All yesterday I sailed with sails On river and on lake, The Erne, at its highest ﬂood, I dashed across unseen, For there was lightning in my blood, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! O there was lightning in my blood, Red lightning lightened through my blood, My Dark Rosaleen!