Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)
A Song of Another. For Eoghan
Often enough the leaves have fallen there Since life for her was changed to other care; Often enough the winds that swept the wave And mocked my woe, have moaned over her grave. I will return: Death now can do no more Anywhere on these seas or on the shore, Since he has stilled her heart. I cannot mourn For her on these wild seas: I will return. Death now can do no more. And what but Death Has any final power? He ceased her breath, Striking her dumb lips pallid; quenched the lights That were, O Death, my stars of the wild nights Out on rude ocean -- quenched and closed her eyes That were, O Death, my stars of the dawn-rise! Long years ago her quiet form was thrust Into the quiet earth; low in the dust Her golden hair lies tarnished every thread These lone long years, tarnished and dim and dead. I will return to the far valley, blest With her soul's presence, now her home of rest-- (Where life was peace to her now death is peace)-- There by her grave my pilgrimage may cease; There life, there death, in my vain heart shall stir No passion but the old true love of her.
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