Sea Spray: Verses and Translations

By T. W. Rolleston

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Good Press
• Release date: May 19, 2021
• ISBN: 4064066203184

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T. W. Rolleston

Sea Spray: Verses and Translations

Published by Good Press, 2022

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EAN 4064066203184

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SEA SPRAY

MARCH WINDS

THE SPELL-STRUCK

COIS NA TEINEADH

WILLIAM MORRIS

TO JOHN O’LEARY

THE GRAVE OF RURY

SONG OF MAELDUIN

THE SHANNON AT FOYNES

SONNET

A RAILWAY JOURNEY

CYCLING SONG

DORA

A RING’S SECRET

MOONRISE IN THE ELSTER TANNEN-WALD

AFTER ALL—

EVENSONG

IN MEMORIAM: J. T. C. H.

THE BATTLE OF SALAMIS

THE DEAD AT CLONMACNOIS

SONG OF FINN IN PRAISE OF MAY

WENN ICH AN DEINEM HAUSE

EIN FICHTENBAUM STEHT EINSAM

ZWEI KAMMERN HAT DAS HERZ

LADY ISLAND, ON THE CHIEMSEE, BAVARIA

THE THREE RINGS: A FABLE

ACT III, Scene 6

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What shall we do with our day? you ask—

" June day fair to the heart’s desire—

Lie in the meadow, and lounge and bask

Over books and tobacco? Or do you aspire

To conquer the summit that yesterday

We marked for our own ere your visit end?

Or shall we go riding, or fishing? Nay,

For the scent of the sea’s on the air, my friend.

We shall go to the head of the reedy lake,

And there, in a brake by a fir-grove, find

Two long canoes with arching deck,

Sea-riders, strong for a day of wind;

And oh, what a song shall the bright wind sing us

When clear of the shallows and clear of the sedge,

While the narrowing stream and the ebb-tide swing us

’Twixt sea and mountain to Wicklow Bridge!

But here beware! for the ebb goes roaring

Through half the arches, and half are dry,

And stakes and stones are ready for goring

Your Rob-Roy’s timbers as down you fly.

And beyond the Bridge, in the deep sea-current,

Where the rope-maze crosses from quay to quay,

You’ll need your head and your arm I warrant,

To fight the eddies and find