Denis Florence MacCarthy

(26 May 1817 - 7 April 1882 / Dublin / Ireland)

Sonnet To Ethna - Poem by Denis Florence MacCarthy

Ethna, to cull sweet flowers divinely fair,
To seek for gems of such transparent light
As would not be unworthy to unite
Round thy fair brow, and through thy dark-brown hair,
I would that I had wings to cleave the air,
In search of some far region of delight,
That back to thee from that adventurous flight,
A glorious wreath my happy hands might bear;
Soon would the sweetest Persian rose be thine-
Soon would the glory of Golconda's mine
Flash on thy forehead, like a star-ah! me,
In place of these, I bring, with trembling hand,
These fading wild flowers from our native land-
These simple pebbles from the Irish Sea!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 27, 2010

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