Now on the grass-green turf he sits, V. "A hero's bride! this desert bow'r, It ill befits thy gentle breeding; And wherefore dost thou love this flow'r To call-My love lies bleeding?" "This purple flow'r my tears have nursed; A heroe's blood supplied its bloom: I love it, for it was the first That grew on Connocht Moran's tomb. "O'Connor's child, I was the bud * A drink made of the juice of mulberry mixed with honey. Still as I clasp my burning brain, The bloody feud,—the fatal night, VII. Ah, brothers! what did it avail, The leaf its hue, the flower its bloom; *The psalter of Tara was the great national register of the ancien Irish. † Vide the note upon the victories of the house of O'Connor. Fires lighted on May-day on the hill tops by the Irish. Vide the note on stanza VII. But ties around this heart were spun, VIII. "At bleating of the wild watch fold Our steeds are fastened to the tree. Shall hunt for thee the fallow deer; IX. "And fast and far, before the star Sweet was to us the hermitage Of this unploughed, untrodden shore: * The harp. † Ancient fortification. |