by Padraic Colum (1881 - 1972)

On Saint Bride's day, when it comes, I...
Language: English 
On Saint Bride's day, when it comes, I will throw a sail on the lake, 
And in Kiltimagh of my friends on a fine day I'll awake, 
Where the hounds will go before us, and make music of delight ; 
Where the fires will be piled up, and the tables spread at night ! 

O, my courage will be mounting up until my spirit's so, 
That within a mile of the World's Mouth I will be fain to go : 
Sure the scatt'ring of the mist across leaves no half wish behind, 
And my heart was ever lifted with the lifting of the wind. 

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This text was added to the website: 2009-01-13
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