When I shall come to you - Cathal O’Byrne

Of the dim woods, inlaid
With the jasper and jade
Of the green light that falls
Through the aisles, o'er the walls
Of the dark leafy fane,
Weaving shadow and light
Weaving day into night
With warp of gold glances
And woof of green lances,
With the pearl of pale moons
To the rune of old tunes.
With bronze of dark stems,
With the fringe-bordered hems
Of the pine groves that trail
Their green robes down the vale
Through briar, brake and fen
I shall come, dear, again,
When the hedges are gay
With the white o' the May,
I shall come to you bringing
The glad summer's singing,
With the gold iris bending
'Tween the stream's song ascending;
To the song of the breeze
In the low-drooping trees
When the wood-doves are gay
And our hearts glad as they,
In the green o' the year
I shall come to you, dear.

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