Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IRELAND, by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER Poem Explanation Poet's Biography First Line: Twas the dream of a god Last Line: I have left you at last. Alternate Author Name(s): Sigerson, Dora; Shorter, Mrs. Clement Subject(s): Ireland; Irish | ||||||||
'TWAS the dream of a God, And the mould of His hand, That you shook 'neath His stroke, That you trembled and broke To this beautiful land. Here He loosed from His hold A brown tumult of wings, Till the wind on the sea Bore the strange melody Of an island that sings. He made you all fair, You in purple and gold, You in silver and green, Till no eye that has seen Without love can behold. I have left you behind In the path of the past, With the white breath of flowers, With the best of God's hours, I have left you at last. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SIGHTSEERS by PAUL MULDOON THE DREAM SONGS: 290 by JOHN BERRYMAN AN IRISH HEADLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GIANT'S RING: BALLYLESSON, NEAR BELFAST by ROBINSON JEFFERS IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER THE EYES ARE ALWAYS BROWN by GERALD STERN THE WIND ON THE HILLS by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER |
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