The blue lake of Devenish!
I put my thousand blessings there;
(The blue lake of Devenish )
On shadow waters all a-stir,
And on the wind-blown honeysuckle
Beauty of Feithfailge's hair.
The blue lake of Devenish!
I pray, if God but grant the grace,
(The blue lake of Devenish )
To win that dear enchanted place,
Where spring bides in the apple-blossom,
Beauty of Feithfailge's face.
The blue lake of Devenish!
I vex the purple dark with sighs–
(The blue lake of Devenish )
Across the world my sorrow flies,
A-hunger for the gray and wistful
Beauty of Feithfailge's eyes.
The blue lake of Devenish!
I wander far, yet find no rest–
(The blue lake of Devenish )
Sore-haunted ever, and oppressed
By dreams that pillow on the snow-white
Beauty of Feithfailge's breast.
The blue lake of Devenish,
She walks there in the quiet, meet
(The blue lake of Devenish )
For prayerful thoughts, and visions sweet,
And cool green grasses kiss the lightsome
Beauty of Feithfailge's feet.
The blue lake of Devenish,
I would the red gold were my part,
(The blue lake of Devenish )
Ripe fields, and herds upon Drimart,
That by my fire might shine the lovelit
Beauty of Feithfailge's heart.
