Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Ireland: Vol. V. 1876–79. | | | | Killenarden | | The Hill of Killenarden | | Charles Graham Halpine (1829–1868) |
| | | THOUGH time effaces memory, | |
| And griefs the bosom harden, | |
| I ’ll ne’er forget, where’er I be, | |
| That day at Killenarden; | |
| For there, while fancy revelled wide, | 5 |
| The summer’s day flew o’er me; | |
| The friends I loved were at my side, | |
| And Irish fields before me. | |
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| The road was steep; the pelting showers | |
| Had cooled the sod beneath us; | 10 |
| And there were lots of mountain flowers, | |
| A garland to enwreathe us. | |
| Far, far below the landscape shone | |
| With wheat and new-mown meadows, | |
| And as o’erhead the clouds flew on, | 15 |
| Beneath swept on their shadows. | |
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| O friends, beyond the Atlantic’s foam | |
| There may be nobler mountains, | |
| And in our new far Western home | |
| Green fields and brighter fountains; | 20 |
| But as for me, let time destroy | |
| All dreams, but this one pardon, | |
| And barren memory long enjoy | |
| That day on Killenarden. | | | | |
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