John Imlah (Джон Имла)

Kathleen

Air—"The Humours of Glen."

O distant but dear is that sweet island, wherein
	My hopes with my Kathleen and kindred abide;
And far though I wander from thee, emerald Erin!
	No space can the links of my love-chain divide.
Fairest spot of the earth! brightest gem of the ocean!
	How oft have I waken'd my wild harp in thee!
While, with eye of expression, and heart of emotion,
	Listen'd, Kathleen mavourneen, cuishlih ma chree!

The bloom of the moss-rose, the blush of the morning,
	The soft cheek of Kathleen discloses their dye;
What ruby can rival the lip of mavourneen?
	What sight-dazzling diamond can equal her eye?
Her silken hair vies with the sunbeam in brightness,
	And white is her brow as the surf of the sea;
Thy footstep is like to the fairy's in lightness,
	Of Kathleen mavourneen, cuishlih ma chree!

Fair muse of the minstrel! beloved of my bosom!
	As the song of thy praise and my passion I breathed,
Thy fair fingers oft, with the triad leaf'd blossom,
	Sweet Erin's green emblem, my wild harp have wreathed;
While with soft melting murmurs the bright river ran on,
	That by thy bower follows the sun to the sea;
And oh! soon dawn the day I review the sweet Shannon
	And Kathleen mavourneen, cuishlih ma chree!

1. O, Gin I Were Where Gadie Rins!
2. The Rose of Seaton Vale
3. There Lives a Young Lassie

John Whittier (Джон Уиттьер) Kathleen ("O NORAH, lay your basket down") 1849

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