Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Ireland: Vol. V. 1876–79. | | | | Glashen-Glora, the River | | Glashen-Glora | | Anonymous |
| | | ’T IS sweet in midnight solitude, | |
| When the voice of man lies hushed, subdued, | |
| To hear thy mountain voice so rude, | |
| Break silence, Glashen-Glora! | |
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| I love to see thy foaming stream | 5 |
| Dashed sparkling in the bright moonbeam; | |
| For then of happier days I dream, | |
| Spent near thee, Glashen-Glora! | |
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| I see the holly and the yew | |
| Still shading thee, as then they grew; | 10 |
| But there ’s a form meets not my view, | |
| As once, near Glashen-Glora. | |
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| Thou gayly, brightly, sparklest on, | |
| Wreathing thy dimples round each stone; | |
| But the bright eye that on thee shone | 15 |
| Lies quenched, wild Glashen-Glora! | |
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| Still rush thee on, thou brawling brook; | |
| Though on broad rivers I may look | |
| In other lands, thy lonesome nook,— | |
| I ’ll think on Glashen-Glora! | 20 |
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| When I am low, laid in the grave, | |
| Thou still wilt sparkle, dash, and rave | |
| Seaward, till thou becom’st a wave | |
| Of ocean, Glashen-Glora! | |
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| Thy course and mine alike have been | 25 |
| Both restless, rocky, seldom green,— | |
| There rolls for me, beyond this scene, | |
| An ocean, Glashen-Glora! | |
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| And when my span of life ’s gone by, | |
| O, if past spirits back can fly, | 30 |
| I ’ll often ride the night-wind’s sigh, | |
| That ’s breathed o’er Glashen-Glora! | | | | |
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