Poems (Young)/fáinne geal an lae
fáinne geal an lae.
Over the world-edge comes stealing the whiteness of dawn;
Beautiful, tremulous, pale—led by a star.
Dreamily murmurs the sea touched by the light from afar,
But stillness broods with the dark over meadow and lawn.
Beautiful, tremulous, pale—led by a star.
Dreamily murmurs the sea touched by the light from afar,
But stillness broods with the dark over meadow and lawn.
Softly asway where the twilight the deepest lies,
Three ships together delaying as dreams might delay
Tenderly folded in shadow, are waiting for day,
Swift to spread joyous wings when the sun shall arise.
Three ships together delaying as dreams might delay
Tenderly folded in shadow, are waiting for day,
Swift to spread joyous wings when the sun shall arise.
So, on a sea whereon never mariner sailed,
Crystalline, fire-fed, stirred by the Spirit of God,
Eire's ships wait for dawn—and the Dawn Star hath trod
Radiant through heaven already, a glory unveiled.
Crystalline, fire-fed, stirred by the Spirit of God,
Eire's ships wait for dawn—and the Dawn Star hath trod
Radiant through heaven already, a glory unveiled.