Somewhere Between The Setting And The Rising Of The Sun Poem by Thomas Noel Smith

As the waves break
Over the rocky shoals,
Somewhere in that misty time
Between the twilight and the dawn,

Somewhere in that far off space
In that timeless time,
I hear the ghostly calls
Of those who've gone before.
Somewhere between the setting
And the rising of the sun

I hear Ireland's call-
Imploring me to return
To my ancestors' land.
I hear the banshee's mournful cry
As Erin's songs ring in my ears
Somewhere between the setting
And the rising of the sun.

I hear the clash of pikes
And the screams of men.
I hear their battles for freedom
And the spirit strains
Of cries and songs
Carried in the eternal wind.

I hear the clatter of the pubs
The laughter, the gaiety, the tears-
They fill my heart and touch my soul,
Somewhere between the setting
And the rising of the sun.

The ghostly notes come,
As they always shall,
Within my heart, within my mind,
Somewhere between the setting
And the rising of the sun.