Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
In LeinsterLouise Imogen Guiney (18611920)
I
O, I long to be alone and walk abroad a mile!
Yet if I walk alone, and think of naught at all,
Why from me that ’s young should the wild tears fall?
They breathe on me awake and moan to me in dreams;
And yonder ivy fondling the broke castle-wall,
It pulls upon my heart till the wild tears fall.
And far as Leighlin Cross the fields are green and still;
But once I hear the blackbird in Leighlin hedges call,
The foolishness is on me, and the wild tears fall.