 | The Irish Poems of Alfred Perceval Graves |  |
KITTY BAWN
Before the first ray of blushing day
Who should come by but Kitty Bawn,
With her cheek like the rose on a bed of snows,
And her bosom beneath like the sailing swan.
I looked and looked till my heart was gone.
Who should come by but Kitty Bawn,
With her cheek like the rose on a bed of snows,
And her bosom beneath like the sailing swan.
I looked and looked till my heart was gone.
With the foot of the fawn she crossed the lawn,
Half confiding and half in fear;
And her eyes of blue they thrilled me through
One blessed minute; then like the deer
Away she started and left me here.
Half confiding and half in fear;
And her eyes of blue they thrilled me through
One blessed minute; then like the deer
Away she started and left me here.
Oh, Sun, you are late at your golden gate,
For you've nothing to show beneath the sky
To compare to the lass who crossed the grass
Of the shamrock field ere the dew was dry,
And the glance she gave me as she went by.
For you've nothing to show beneath the sky
To compare to the lass who crossed the grass
Of the shamrock field ere the dew was dry,
And the glance she gave me as she went by.
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