CASHEL BY THE SEA
I WONDER IF THE THRUSHES SING
IN DRINAGH AS OF YORE
AND IF AT NIGHT THE CURLEWS CALL
ON CARNA'S LONELY SHORE.
I WONDER IF THE HOARY THORN
THAT GREW BESIDE THE ROAD
STILL BEARS AS IN MY SCHOOLBOY DAYS,
ITS RUDDY AUTUMN LOAD.
I WONDER IF THE LURAG STREAM
STILL WORKS ITS WEEDY WAY
ALONG THE MOOR AND PAST THE SCHOOL
TO CASHEL'S SHELTERED BAY.
I WONDER IF ON EMLOUGH HILL
BENEATH THE MOONS SOFT RAY
THE FAIRIES STILL THEIR REVELS HOLD
TILL FIRST GREY LIGHT OF DAY.
AND-SWEETEST THOUGHT- I WONDER IF
MY OLD FRIENDS SPEAK OF ME
WHE GATHERED ROUND THEIR CHEERFUL HEARTHS
IN CAHEL BY THE SEA.
BY PATRICK KELLY.
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