Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Ireland: Vol. V. 1876–79.
Song
By Aubrey Thomas de Vere (1814–1902)H
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.
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!