Joseph Campbell Poems
- The Old Woman As a white candle In a holy place, So is the...
- Fires The little fires that Nature lights - The scilla's ...
- I Am The Mountainy Singer I am the mountainy singer- The ...
- On Waking SLEEP, gray brother of death, Has touched me, ...
- The Hills Of Cualann In the youth of summer The hills of ...
- The Blind Man At The Fair O TO be blind! To know the ...
- At Harvest Earth travails, Like a woman come to her ...
Joseph Campbell (July 15, 1879 – June 1944) was an Irish poet and lyricist. He wrote as Seosamh Mac Cathmhaoil (also Seosamh MacCathmhaoil), which has been Anglicised to Joseph McCahill on occasion. He is now remembered best for words he supplied to traditional airs, such as My Lagan Love and Gartan Mother's Lullaby; his verse was also set to music by Arnold Bax and Ivor Gurney.
He was born in Belfast, into a Catholic and Irish nationalist family from County Down. He was educated at St Malachy's College, Belfast. After working for his father he taught for a while. He travelled to Dublin in 1902, meeting leading nationalist figures. His literary activities began with songs, as a ... more »
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The Old Woman
As a white candle
In a holy place,
So is the beauty
Of an aged face.
As the spent radience
Of the winter sun,
So is a woman
With her travail done.
Her brood gone from her,
And her thoughts as still
As the waters
Under a ruined mill.