Love
Cushla Ma Chree
Translated by Edward Walsh (in Hull, The Poem-Book of the Gael, 1913) · From The Poem-Book of the Gael (1913)
Before the sun rose at yesterdawn,
I met a fair maiden adown the lawn;
The berry and snow
To her cheek gave its glow,
And her bosom was fair as the sailing swan;
Then, Pulse of my heart! what gloom is thine?
Her beautiful voice more hearts hath won
Than Orpheus' lyre of old hath done;
Her ripe eyes of blue
Were crystals of dew
On the grass of the lawn before the sun;
And, Pulse of my heart! what gloom is thine?
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Anonymous (Irish Gaelic, later). “Cushla Ma Chree.” Translated by Edward Walsh. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-irish-gaelic/41/.
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Anonymous (Irish Gaelic, later). “Cushla Ma Chree.” Translated by Edward Walsh. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-irish-gaelic/41/.
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