09.08.2014, 13:57
MAIRIN
MY Lady's presence is a holy joy,
Ineffable beyond the soul's desire ;
No foolish goodness makes her weakly coy ;
In her sweet eyes there is no luring fire ;
No staid conceits do in her heart disturb
Its nest of tender thoughts ; she holds the rein
Whose office is to make my spirit curb
Mad leaps into the burning deeps of pain ;
Calmer she is than all the evening sky,
When clouds upgather and the light appears
In windless spaces of ethereal sheen ;
Sweeter than odours when the roses sigh,
And gem the morning with their fragrant tears,
Pure as the flowers where no foot hath been.
MY Lady's presence is a holy joy,
Ineffable beyond the soul's desire ;
No foolish goodness makes her weakly coy ;
In her sweet eyes there is no luring fire ;
No staid conceits do in her heart disturb
Its nest of tender thoughts ; she holds the rein
Whose office is to make my spirit curb
Mad leaps into the burning deeps of pain ;
Calmer she is than all the evening sky,
When clouds upgather and the light appears
In windless spaces of ethereal sheen ;
Sweeter than odours when the roses sigh,
And gem the morning with their fragrant tears,
Pure as the flowers where no foot hath been.