There is a blue lake far away
Set round with honeyed meads
Where little breezes laugh and play
Among the lisping reeds.
A jewel of a turquoise lake
Blue as a pidgeon's wing
Where little waves in music break
And shadowy waters sing.
And in the midst a flowery isle
Enchantment's fairy home,
Where shy wood blossoms sweetly smile
And shy wood creatures roam.
A place to soothe a poet's heart
With balm of leaf and sod
From tumult of the world apart,
A place to dream of God.
The iris lifts a purple plume
In oozy marsh and pool,
The flame-bright marigolds illume
The birchen shadows cool.
The gold bees hum the meadows through,
The darting dragon-fly
In brilliant mail of burnished blue
On quazy wings flits by.
The water-hen has there her home
Mid lily-pads and reeds,
The heron wades the creamy foam
That laps the fringing meads.
The skylark hangs on flickering wing
And pours from heaven his lay,
And finch and linnet flute and sing
For joy the live-long day.
The hazels whisper to the moon,
The birches to the sun,
The flaggers shiver as they croon
Where vagrant breezes run.
The blossom of the sloe is white
And pink the wild-rose bloom,
And azure day and purple night
And filled with mild perfume.
There to the fortress of the wave
For peace of soul divine
Fled ancient prince and warrior brave
Of Connaught's kingly line.
From royal court and castle rude
Brehon and bard and chief
Beneath the wood!s beatitude
Found refuge and relief.
Acknowledgement PJ Coleman. MA.
© Cathal Henry 2003