Take me to Éire
Please take me to Erin
For I am twenty-seven;
Reassurance I am in my prime
Dwindle in the idle time.
So take me to Erin when I am ready,
When the everywhere that I have been
Weighs like waves upon me.
Let me meet her in the pause of night,
When the dawn is burning
And a murder takes its flight,
And I, no longer yearning
For the grassy seats of kings,
Endless paths of peat and song,
Rest my life upon the wind,
And in an Otherworldly blaze, pass on.
Feature Image: Lough Glenade, County Leitrim.