Poems eBook

Denis Florence MacCarthy
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 281 pages of information about Poems.

Poems eBook

Denis Florence MacCarthy
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 281 pages of information about Poems.

Though many an elf-king loved her, and elf-dames grave reproved her,
The hunter’s daring moved her more wildly every hour;
Unseen she roamed beside him, to guard him and to guide him,
But now she must divide him from her human rival’s power. 
Ah!  Alice!—­gentle Alice! the storm begins to lower
        That may crush Glengariff’s flower!

The moon, that late was gleaming, as calm as childhood’s dreaming,
Is hid, and, wildly screaming, the stormy winds arise;
And the clouds flee quick and faster before their sullen master,
And the shadows of disaster are falling from the skies;
Strange sights and sounds are rising—­but, Maurice, be thou wise,
        Nor heed the tempting cries.

If ever mortal needed that council, surely he did;
But the wile has now succeeded—­he wanders from his path;
The cloud its lightning sendeth, and its bolt the stout oak rendeth,
And the arbutus back bendeth in the whirlwind, as a lath! 
Now and then the moon looks out, but, alas! its pale face hath
        A dreadful look of wrath.

In vain his strength he squanders—­at each step he wider wanders—­
Now he pauses—­now he ponders where his present path may lead;
And, as he round is gazing, he sees—­a sight amazing—­
Beneath him, calmly grazing, a noble jet-black steed. 
“Now, heaven be praised!” cried Maurice, “for this succour in my need—­
        From this labyrinth I’m freed!”

Upon its back he leapeth, but a shudder through him creepeth,
As the mighty monster sweepeth like a torrent through the dell;
His mane, so softly flowing, is now a meteor blowing,
And his burning eyes are glowing with the light of an inward hell;
And the red breath of his nostrils, like steam where the lightning fell;
        And his hoofs have a thunder knell!

What words have we for painting the momentary fainting
That the rider’s heart is tainting, as decay doth taint a corse? 
But who will stoop to chiding, in a fancied courage priding,
When we know that he is riding the fearful Phooka Horse?[101]
Ah! his heart beats quick and faster than the smitings of remorse
        As he sweepeth through the wild grass and gorse!

As the avalanche comes crashing, ’mid the scattered streamlets
  splashing,
Thus backward wildly dashing flew the horse through Ceim-an-eich—­
Through that glen so wide and narrow back he darted like an arrow—­
Round, round by Gougane Barra, and the fountains of the Lee;
O’er the Giant’s Grave he leapeth, and he seems to own in fee
        The mountains, and the rivers, and the sea!

From his flashing hoofs who shall lock the eagle homes of Malloc,
When he bounds, as bounds the Mialloch[102] in its wild and murmuring
  tide? 
But as winter leadeth Flora, or the night leads on Aurora,
Or as shines green Glashenglora[103] along the black hill’s side,
Thus, beside that demon monster, white and gentle as a bride,
        A tender fawn is seen to glide.

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