Love
Off the Irish Coast
From Nirvana Days (1909)
Love
Gulls on the wind,
Crying! crying!
Are you the ghosts
Of Erin's dead?
Of the forlorn
Whose days went sighing
Ever for Beauty
That ever fled?
Ever for Light
That never kindled?
Ever for Song
No lips have sung?
Ever for Joy
That ever dwindled?
Ever for Love that stung?
Cite this poem
MLA
Rice, Cale Young. “Off the Irish Coast.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/rice/91/.
Chicago
Rice, Cale Young. “Off the Irish Coast.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/rice/91/.
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