| Padraic Colum (1881–1972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922. |
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| 74. The Starling Lake |
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| By Seumas O'Sullivan |
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| MY sorrow that I am not by the little dún | |
| By the lake of the starlings at Rosses under the hill, | |
| And the larks there, singing over the fields of dew, | |
| Or evening there and the sedges still. | |
| For plain I see now the length of the yellow sand, | 5 |
| And Lissadell far off and its leafy ways, | |
| And the holy mountain whose mighty heart | |
| Gathers into it all the coloured days. | |
| My sorrow that I am not by the little dún | |
| By the lake of the starlings at evening when all is still, | 10 |
| And still in whispering sedges the herons stand. | |
| ’Tis there I would nestle at rest till the quivering moon | |
| Uprose in the golden quiet over the hill. | |
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