Anna Johnston MacManus Poems

I know a purple moorland where a blue loch lies,
Where the lonely plover circles, and the peewit cries,
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In the green woods of Truagh we met without fear,
Your kiss on my lips, and your voice in my ear,
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I MIND it well, and I see it yet
In a halo of sunset glory,
When I climbed knee-deep through the gorse and fern
To keep my tryst with Rory.
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To the Isle of Peace
I turn our prow:
No angry seas
Shall fright you now;
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He had no crown upon his head
When first he met me by the way,
His feet upon the thorns had bled,
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The fretted fires of Mora
Blew o'er him in the night,
He thrills no more at loving,
Nor weeps for lost delight,
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The market place is all astir,
The sombre streets are gay,
And lo! a stately galleon
Lies anchored in the Bay–
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I was sent adrift on the waves of the world,
Ochón! ochón!
All for the sake of the yellow-curled
Slender girl that I wished my own.
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Dream-fair, beside dream waters, it stands alone:
A winging thought of Lugh made its corner stone:
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Here is the road that you must climb with me,
This road that winds between the hill and sea,
And leads to where our quiet home shall be.
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