Poems of James Clarence Mangan (Many hitherto uncollected): Centenary edition: Edited, with preface and notes by D. J. O'Donoghue: Introduction by John Mitchel |
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TO THE BELOVED ONE.
O, why are the roses so drooping and pale?
My sweet, wilt thou whisper me why?
O, why, my beloved, in the heart of the vale,
Do the violets languish and die?
My sweet, wilt thou whisper me why?
O, why, my beloved, in the heart of the vale,
Do the violets languish and die?
And why with so plaintive and wailing a sound
Goes singing the lark in the skies?
Or why from the odorous blossoms around
Should the scents of the charnel arise?
Goes singing the lark in the skies?
Or why from the odorous blossoms around
Should the scents of the charnel arise?
And why will the sun the green valley below
Thus wanly and dully illume?
O, why should the earth like a wilderness show?
And as vacant of soul as a tomb?
Thus wanly and dully illume?
O, why should the earth like a wilderness show?
And as vacant of soul as a tomb?
And why am I, too, so dejected and lone?
O, loved of my bosom, canst tell?
My richest of treasures, my beautiful one,
O, why dost thou bid me farewell?
O, loved of my bosom, canst tell?
My richest of treasures, my beautiful one,
O, why dost thou bid me farewell?
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