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



By Aubrey Thomas de Vere (1814–1902)

HIS war-horse beats a distant bourne

Till comes the glad new year;

Therefore thy wheel in silence turn,

And only dream him near.

He fights where native monarchs be,

Where Moors no longer reign:

He strikes and cries, “My land, for thee!”

Amid delivered Spain.

O maiden of the moon-pale face

And darkly lucid eye!

For knights wave-washed round Smerwick’s base

Fair Spanish maidens sigh!

The moss, till comes the glad new year,

Alone may clothe the bough;

Alone the raindrop deck the breer,—

It weeps, and so must thou!