[CEANN DUBH DHILEAS][115]
Sir Samuel Ferguson.
FOOTNOTES:
[115] "Beloved Dark Head."
[RINGLETED YOUTH OF MY LOVE]
Ringleted youth of my love,
With thy locks bound loosely behind thee,
You passed by the road above,
But you never came in to find me;
Where were the harm for you
If you came for a little to see me,
Your kiss is a wakening dew
Were I ever so ill or so dreamy.
If I had golden store
I would make a nice little boreen
To lead straight up to his door,
The door of the house of my storeen;
Hoping to God not to miss
The sound of his footfall in it,
I have waited so long for his kiss
That for days I have slept not a minute.