Scoil: Páirc an Iarla (uimhir rolla 9303)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. A Song - Hy Brasil - The Isle of the Blest

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   On the ocean that hollow the rocks where ye dwell,
   A shadowy land has appeared, as they tell;
   Men thought it a region of sunshine and rest,
   And they called Hy-Brasail, the isle of the blest.
   From year unto year on the ocean's blue rim,
   The beautiful spectre showed lovely and dim,
   The golden cloud curtained the deep where it lay.
   And it looked like an Eden away far away!
   A peasant who heard of the wonderful tale,
   In the breeze of the Orient loosened his sail;
   From Ara, the Holy, Hy-Brasail was blest.
   He heard not the voices that called from the shore,
   He heard not the rising wind's menacing roar;
   Home, kindred and safety he left on that day,
   And he sped to Hy-Brasail, away far away!
   Morn arose on the deep, and that shadowy isle,
   O'er the rim of distance, reflected its smile;
   Noon burned on the wave, and shadowy shore.
   Looked lovely, but distant and faint as before;
   Lone evening came down on the wanderer's track,
   And to Ara again he looked timidly back;

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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