You shall not meet in kindness
Any more:
I strike your loves with blindness
And shut a stubborn door,
That will not open, Mauryeen, at your cry:
That will not open, Terence, till you die.
I have the bearing of my own heart's pain,
Dear pain that Terence gave:
But here I softly lay betwixt you twain
Clay from a grave.
So small a grave lies yonder,
Inishkea
Holds it; and sea-gulls wander
There from the open sea.
Cry out upon the sea-gulls from your door,
Mauryeen, they bode no good so far inshore.
The sea-gulls heard you, Terence; and the sea
Surely some day shall fling you back to me,
And then, maybe,
Mauryeen will not desire you, dear black head,
A drowned man, dead.
You shall not meet, my storeen,
At dawn nor dark —
Crossing the shadowy boreen
Where the red lark
Cries to his hid wife from the windy sky,
Deeming his love at least shall never die.
I cast between your hands that shall not meet
To serve nor yet to save,
I cast red clay between your wandering feet,
From my child's grave.
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