European Elegies/Spring/"Pulse of my heart"
67.“PULSE OF MY HEART”
Before the sunrise, in the early dawn,
I watched her radiant grace upon the lawn,
Her cheeks where flame and snow
Strove and bade beauty blow,
Her slender body like a stream-girt swan—
Pulse of my heart, what shadow makes thee slow?
I watched her radiant grace upon the lawn,
Her cheeks where flame and snow
Strove and bade beauty blow,
Her slender body like a stream-girt swan—
Pulse of my heart, what shadow makes thee slow?
Her voice was soft and gentle; not more sweet
Was Orpheus' tongue, that could wild beasts entreat;
Her song was clear and low
In that loved long ago,
Like dew-kissed meadows round our morning feet—
Pulse of my heart, what shadow makes thee slow?
Was Orpheus' tongue, that could wild beasts entreat;
Her song was clear and low
In that loved long ago,
Like dew-kissed meadows round our morning feet—
Pulse of my heart, what shadow makes thee slow?
From the Erse of O'Carroll.