| George William (“A. E.”) Russell (1867–1935). Collected Poems by A.E. 1913. |
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| 137. The Well of All-Healing |
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| THERE’S a cure for sorrow in the well at Ballylee | |
| Where the scarlet cressets hang over the trembling pool: | |
| And joyful winds are blowing from the Land of Youth to me, | |
| And the heart of the earth is full. | |
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| Many and many a sunbright maiden saw the enchanted land | 5 |
| With star faces glimmer up from the druid wave: | |
| Many and many a pain of love was soothed by a faery hand | |
| Or lost in the love it gave. | |
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| When the quiet with a ring of pearl shall wed the earth, | |
| And the scarlet berries burn dark by the stars in the pool; | 10 |
| Oh, it’s lost and deep I’ll be amid the Danaan mirth, | |
| While the heart of the earth is full. | |
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