Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Ireland: Vol. V. 1876–79.
Sweet Imokilly
By Robert Dwyer Joyce (18301883)I
My own true knight, that loved me dearly,
When summer airs blew soft and mild,
And linnets sang, and waves rolled clearly;
And, O, we pledged such loving vows
In moss-grown glade, all green and rilly,
Where lightly waved the rustling boughs
Of thy green woods, sweet Imokilly!
Mid lords, and knights, and warriors fearless,
And there my love among them all
To my fond heart was ever peerless:
And he was fond, and time could ne’er
His love for me make cold and chilly;
Ah! then I knew nor grief nor care
Mid thy green woods, sweet Imokilly!
When autumn floods were wildly sweeping,
I saw my love ride to the shore,
I saw him in the torrent leaping,
To meet me ’neath the twilight dim,
In bowery nook, secure and stilly;
But the ruthless waters swallowed him,
By thy green woods, sweet Imokilly!