Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MOORLOCH MARY, by ANNA JOHNSTON MACMANUS


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MOORLOCH MARY, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Like swords of battle the scythes were plying
Last Line: O moorloch mary, bid the wanderer stay!'
Alternate Author Name(s): Carbery, Ethna


LIKE swords of battle the scythes were plying,
The corn lay low in a yellow rout,
When down the stubble, dew-wet and glinting,
A golden shaft of the sun came out:
It was Moorloch Mary, the slender blossom,
Who smiled on me in the misty morn,
And since that hour I am lost with grieving,
Through sleepless nights, and through days forlorn.

Oh! Moorloch lies in a world of heather
Where Mary's little brown feet go bare,
And many a shadowy peak divides us,
Yet I will journey to find her there:
I will climb the mountains and swim the rivers,
I will travel the crests of the heath, wind-blown;
Her face in my heart like a star I carry,
And it shall guide me unto my own.

When I come at last to my Moorloch Mary,
I will take her little brown hands in mine,
And kiss her lips where the rowans tarry,
And kiss her hair where the sun-rays shine,
And whisper, 'Astorin, my heart was haunted
By wistful eyes of the sweetest grey,
That drew it over the hills of Derry --
O Moorloch Mary, bid the wanderer stay!'





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