Love
Down by the Strand
Translated by George Sigerson (1907) · From Bards of the Gael and Gall (1907)
Down by the strand
Lives a young maiden, bland,
The fairest,
The rarest, —
The Flower of the Land.
She's a bough of perfume
With ever-bright bloom.
'Tis my glory,
Her story
And deeds to illume.
Dames I behold,
The offspring of gold,
All shining,
And pining,
In jewelry cold:
My heart nevermore
Could seek them, mo stor!
With thee, love,
I'd flee, love,
To Italy's shore!
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MLA
Anonymous (Irish Gaelic, later). “Down by the Strand.” Translated by George Sigerson. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-irish-gaelic/117/.
Chicago
Anonymous (Irish Gaelic, later). “Down by the Strand.” Translated by George Sigerson. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-irish-gaelic/117/.
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