Treasure Island

John Boyle O'Reilly

(28 June 1844 - 10 August 1890 / Dowth Castle, County Meath)

“From, that fair land and drear land in the South”


From, that fair land and drear land in the South,
Of which through years I do not cease to think,
I brought a tale, learned not by word of mouth,
But formed by finding here one golden link
And there another; and with hands unskilled
For such fine work, but patient of all pain
For love of it, I sought therefrom to build
What might have been at first the goodly chain.

It is not golden now: my craft knows more
Of working baser metal than of fine;
But to those fate-wrought rings of precious ore
I add these rugged iron links of mine.

Submitted: Monday, May 21, 2012

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