Love
She
Translated by Eleanor Hull (1913) · From The Poem-Book of the Gael (1913)
Love
The white bloom of the blackthorn, she,
The small sweet raspberry-blossom, she;
More fair the shy, rare glance of her eye,
Than the wealth of the world to me.
My heart's pulse, my secret, she,
The flower of the fragrant apple, she;
A summer glow o'er the winter's snow,
'Twixt Christmas and Easter, she.
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Anonymous (Irish Gaelic, later). “She.” Translated by Eleanor Hull. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-irish-gaelic/44/.
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Anonymous (Irish Gaelic, later). “She.” Translated by Eleanor Hull. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-irish-gaelic/44/.
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