Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems

Gormlaith, wife of Niall Glundu,
Happy was your dream that night,
Dreamt you woke in sudden fright,
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I left my home for travelling;
Because I heard the strange birds sing
In foreign skies, and felt their wing
Brush past my soul impatiently;
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Donacha rua of Donegal,
(Holy Mary, how slow the dawn!)
This is the hour of your loss or gain
Is go d-tigeadh tu mo mhúirnin slán!
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Why, Love! I thought you were gay and fair,
Merry of mien and debonair.
What then means this brow so black,
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I cried all night to you,
I called till day was here;
Perhaps you could not come,
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O MOTHER, mother, I swept the hearth, I set his chair and the white board spread,
I prayed for his coming to our kindly Lady when Death's
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I saw an Eastern God to-day;
My comrades laughed; lest I betray
My secret thoughts, I mocked him too.
His many hands (he had no few,
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Let there be an end
And all be done;
Pass over, fair eclipse,
That hides the sun.
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Here a gentle poet lies,
Hurt to death by stinging flies.
Hush thy laughter, whisper low.
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They crowded weeping from the teacher's house,
Crying aloud their fear at what he taught,
Old men and young men, wives and maids unwed,
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