Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Poems for Enchanted Dolls #8


Eileen Aroon

When, like the early rose, Eileen aroon!
Beauty in childhood blows; Eileen aroon!
When, like a diadem,
Buds blush around the stem,
Which is the fairest gem?
Eileen aroon!

Is it the laughing eye? Eileen aroon!
Is it the timid sigh? Eileen aroon!
Is it the tender tone,
Soft as the string'd harp's moan?
Oh, it is the truth alone.
Eileen aroon!

I knew a valley fair, Eileen aroon!
I knew a cottage there, Eileen aroon!
Far in that valley's shade
I knew a gentle maid,
Flower of the hazel glade,
Eileen aroon!

Were she no longer true, Eileen aroon!
What would her lover do? Eileen aroon!
Fly with his broken chain,
Far o'er the bounding main
Never to love again,
Eileen aroon!

Youth must with time decay, Eileen aroon!
Beauty must fade away, Eileen aroon!
Castles are sacked in war,
Chieftains are scattered far,
Truth is a fixèd star,
Eileen aroon!

Gerald Griffin (1803-1840),
after the Gaelic of Carol O'Daly


3 comments:

monika viktoria said...

suits her nicely : ) she's been shipped now?

Paiva said...

Thank you! I'm not sure if she shipped yesterday, but she's due Friday. So exciting! The first thing she wants to do is read her mail :-)

Shadow Play said...

Suits her very well! She actually kind of looks like an Eileen. Maybe it was her name in a past life. I can't wait to see her!