 | Songs and Poems by George Sigerson |  |
THE PAISTIN FIONN
A Voice of new music floats over the air,
The boughs are all blossoms that were pining and bare,
The glad laughing rivers now her presence declare—
She comes forth in beauty young Paistin the Fair!
The soft skies that love her grow brighter above her
The waves leap to welcome the feet of our Queen;
The cuckoo awakes, o'er the valleys and brakes,
For summer is come with the eyes of Paistin!
The boughs are all blossoms that were pining and bare,
The glad laughing rivers now her presence declare—
She comes forth in beauty young Paistin the Fair!
The soft skies that love her grow brighter above her
The waves leap to welcome the feet of our Queen;
The cuckoo awakes, o'er the valleys and brakes,
For summer is come with the eyes of Paistin!
More fair is her form than the swan on the sea,
Her cheeks bear the bloom from the bright apple tree,
O heart of my heart still the Paistin shall be—
The lark-song of life is her love unto me!
Like birds in the forest, when winter is sorest,
Our souls were all songless when She was unseen
One hope kept them bright through the storm and the night
The soft summer light of the eyes of Paistin!
Her cheeks bear the bloom from the bright apple tree,
O heart of my heart still the Paistin shall be—
The lark-song of life is her love unto me!
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Our souls were all songless when She was unseen
One hope kept them bright through the storm and the night
The soft summer light of the eyes of Paistin!
They love her who know her,—'tis not all who may know—
They find her who seek her,—'tis not all who may go—
She flees from the revel, she walks beside Woe,—
The wine of her banquet is purer than snow!
Like fragrance that flowers send forth after showers,
Like lifting of larks when the first ray is seen,
Our hearts take their flight to our Dawn of Delight,
For summer shines bright in the eyes of Paistin!
They find her who seek her,—'tis not all who may go—
She flees from the revel, she walks beside Woe,—
The wine of her banquet is purer than snow!
Like fragrance that flowers send forth after showers,
Like lifting of larks when the first ray is seen,
Our hearts take their flight to our Dawn of Delight,
For summer shines bright in the eyes of Paistin!
| Songs and Poems by George Sigerson | |