Saturday, 16 May 2015

O little green leaf - Cathal O’Byrne

O little green leaf on the bough, you hear
       the lark in the morn,
You hear the grey feet of the wind stir in
       the shimmering corn,
You hear low down in the grass
‘The singing Shee as they pass;
Do you ever hear, O little green flame! -
My loved one calling, calling, whispering
       my name?

O little green leaf on the bough like my
       lips you must ever be dumb,
For a maiden must never speak till Love
       to her heart says “Come!”
A mouth in its silence is sweet,
But my heart cries loud when we meet,
And I turn my head with a bitter sigh,
When the boy who has stolen my love,
       unheeding goes by.

I have made my heart as the stones in the
       street for his tread,
I have made my love as the shadow that
       falls from his dear gold head.
But the stones with his footsteps ring,
And the shadow keeps following,
And just as the quiet shadow goes ever
       beside or before
So must I go silent and lonely and loveless
       for ever and evermore.

Cathal O’Byrne (1867 – 1957) Ireland
(also sometimes listed as Cathal O'Bryne)

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