Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Ireland: Vol. V. 1876–79.
Molly Astore
By Thomas Furlong (17941827)
O M
Pride of the plains of Nair,
Behold me droop through each dull hour,
In soul-consuming care.
In friends, in wine,—where joy was found,—
No joy I now can see;
But still, while pleasure reigns around,
I sigh, and think of thee.
When summer warms the skies;
When fresh the banks and brakes appear,
And flowers around us rise:
That blithe bird sings her song so clear,
And she sings where the sunbeams shine,—
Her voice is sweet, but, Mary dear,
Not half so sweet as thine.
I ’ve wandered many a mile;
I ’ve met with many a blooming maid,
And owned her charms the while:
I ’ve gazed on some that then seemed fair,
But when thy looks I see,
I find there ’s none that can compare,
My Mary dear, with thee!