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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MY HOME.
Morn and eve a star invites me,One imploring, silver star,
Woos me, calls me, lures me, lights me,
O'er the desert deep afar
To a lovely Orient land,
Where the sun at morning early
Rises fresh and young and glowing,
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And the rain-drops fall so pearly.
Therefore am I going, going
Home to this, my lovely land,
Where the sun at morning early
Rises fresh and young and glowing,
Where the airs are light and bland,
And the rain is warm and pearly!
All unheeding, all unknowing,
I am speeding, I am going—
Going home to my—to my land,
To my only lonely island
In the desert deep afar.
Yet, unknowing and undreaming,
Why I go, or how, or whither,
Save that one imploring star,
Ever burning, ever beaming,
Woos me, lures me, lights me thither!
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