| Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922. | | | | The Cooleen | | By Douglas Hyde (1860–1949) |
| | | A HONEY mist on a day of frost in a dark oak wood, | |
| And love for thee in my heart in me, thou bright white and good; | |
| Thy slender form, soft and warm, thy red lips apart, | |
| Thou hast found me, and hast bound me, and put grief in my heart. | |
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| In fair-green and market men mark thee, bright, young and merry, | 5 |
| Tho’ thou hurt them like foes with the rose of thy blush of the berry: | |
| Her cheeks are a poppy, her eye it is Cupid’s helper, | |
| But each foolish man dreams that its beams for himself are. | |
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| Whoe’er saw the Cooleen in a cool dewy meadow | |
| On a morning in summer in sunshine and shadow; | 10 |
| All the young men go wild for her, my childeen, my treasure, | |
| But now let them go mope, they’ve no hope to possess her. | |
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| Let us roam, O my darling, afar thro’ the mountains, | |
| Drink milk of the goat, wine and bulcaun in fountains; | |
| With music and play every day from my lyre, | 15 |
| And leave to come rest on my breast when you tire. | | | | |
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