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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INISFAIL, by GEORGE ARTHUR GREENE Poet's Biography First Line: My grief on the sword Last Line: And thy songs, inisfail! Alternate Author Name(s): Greene, G. A. | |||
MY grief on the sword For the pain of my heart, That the dead battles roared That have rent us apart! For the Hosts of the Air Come like clouds on the gale, And the fairy-folk share In thy woes, Inisfail. Oh the music of feet Where the Good People pass! Oh the elfin-song sweet! Oh the rings in the grass! Lissom-winged, many-hued Is the tongue of the Gael, Whose melodies brood O'er thy glens, Inisfail! But the music of souls Finds no echoed reply Where the battle-din rolls, And the war-eagles cry. Let the shanachies cease Their monotonous tale: Be the bird-song of peace In thy groves, Inisfail! O Isle of the Woods! Have thy thrushes no song, In the dim solitudes That are silent so long? The surges that beat, And the storm-winds that rail: Sound no echoes more sweet By thy shores, Inisfail? Lone Daughter of Kings, High-throned o'er the tide, Wherefore slumber the strings Of the harp at thy side? Stand not silent, apart, Lest those discords prevail That set heart against heart Of thy sons, Inisfail. Where the Danaans be (68) In the voice-haunted glen, Oh the wail of the Shee, And the mourning of men! Our Queen of the West! While harsh accents assail, We pine for thy rest And thy songs, Inisfail! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IRISH MEMORIES by GEORGE ARTHUR GREENE MOUNTAIN VOICES by GEORGE ARTHUR GREENE ON GREAT SUGARLOAF by GEORGE ARTHUR GREENE THE PAST by GEORGE ARTHUR GREENE MY SENSES DO NOT DECEIVE ME by MARIANNE MOORE WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS, NEITHER SHADOW OF TURNING' by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH THE PALM-TREE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |
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