IN CONNEMARA

With eyes all untroubled she laughs as she passes, Bending beneath the creel with the seaweed brown, Till evening with pearl-dew dims the shining grasses And night lit with dreamlight enfolds the sleepy town.

Then she will wander, her heart all a laughter, Tracking the dream star that lights the purple gloom. She follows the proud and golden races after, As high as theirs her spirit, as high will be her doom.