And left the poor dreamer dejected and lone.
Then Norah to Dermot, these words softly whispered:
“’Tis better to strive than to vainly desire:
And our little hut by the roadside is better
Than palace, and servants, and coach—in the fire!”
’Tis years since poor Dermot his fortune was dreaming—
Since Norah’s sweet counsel effected its cure;
For, ever since then hath he toiled night and morning,
And now his snug mansion looks down on the Suir.