Grainne Mael

Above the bay, at dawn of day, I dreamt there came
The beautiful — the wonderful — the dear, bright dame!
Her clustered hair, with lustre fair, lit all the vale —
She came a Star, with fame afar, Our Grainne Mael!

"I pray thee hear, O Lady dear, O faultless Fair!
Rejoice our souls, with voice that rolls, like music rare;
We're sorrowful, — we're weariful — our Hope grows pale,
For the coming of her promised Love to Grainne Mael."

"O faithfullest and gratefullest of friends, I vow
The Night is past, the Light at last will beam forth now.
Our warriors, long tarriers, will set swift sail
In motion true, o'er ocean blue, to Grainne' Mael!

"The thrushes seen, in bushes green, are singing loud —
'Bid sadness go, and gladness glow, — give welcome proud!
The Rover comes, the Lover, whom you long bewail,
O'er sunny seas, with honey breeze, to Grainne Mael!'"