Padraic Colum (1881–1972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922.
By Douglas Hyde84. Colum-Cilles Farewell to Ireland
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Enjoined upon me,
For that I on the red plain of bloody Cooldrevin
Was present to see.
For him is designed,
He is having, this hour, round his own hill in Durrow,
The wish of his mind.
A harp being played,
The note of a blackbird that claps with the wings of
Delight in the shade.
At earliest dawn,
On the brink of the summer the pigeons are cooing
And doves in the lawn.
Most dear that I know,
Tir-Leedach I’m leaving, and Durrow and Derry;
Alas, I must go!
At Cainneach’s right hand,
And all but thy government, Eiré, have pleased me,
Thou waterful land.