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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Ireland: Vol. V. 1876–79.


Fairest! Put on Awhile

By Thomas Moore (1779–1852)

FAIREST! put on awhile

These pinions of light I bring thee,

And o’er thy own green isle

In fancy let me wing thee.

Never did Ariel’s plume

At golden sunset hover

O’er scenes so full of bloom

As I shall waft thee over.

Fields where the Spring delays,

And fearlessly meets the ardor

Of the warm Summer’s gaze,

With only tears to guard her.

Rocks through myrtle boughs

In grace majestic frowning,

Like some bold warrior’s brows

That Love hath just been crowning.

Islets so freshly fair

That never hath bird come nigh them,

But from his course through air

He hath been won down by them,—

Types, sweet maid, of thee,

Whose look, whose blush inviting,

Never did Love yet see

From heaven, without alighting.

Lakes where the pearl lies hid,

And caves where the gem is sleeping,

Bright as the tears thy lid

Lets fall in lonely weeping.

Glens where Ocean comes,

To ’scape the wild wind’s rancor,

And harbors, worthiest homes

Where Freedom’s fleet can anchor.

Then, if, while scenes so grand,

So beautiful, shine before thee,

Pride for thy own dear land

Should haply be stealing o’er thee,

O, let grief come first,

O’er pride itself victorious,—

Thinking how man hath curst

What Heaven had made so glorious!