KING AND SLAVE. ரு E came not nigh-he feared his heart Would look forth from his yearning eyes; But Love interprets every art, And Innocence is brave and wise. She stepped from off her golden throne, He gazed upon her glowing face, Then sank upon a willing knee, "I bless thee, Lady, for thy grace, And own thee Queen of Love and me." She led him to her chair of state, Then bended low that chair beside, "In this, this, only am I great, That thou hast ta'en me for thy bride." He raised her, trembling, to his breast, "As King to others I'm confessed, But oh! to thee, my love, a slave." Cushla Machree ! 57 CUSHLA MACHREE! Oh! but the world is cold, Would I slept 'neath the mould Cushla Machree! Once I had day dreams bright, Who fears the darksome night Cushla Machree! Once his heart beat for me, True as a heart might be, Where his like could I see? Cushla Machree ! Kisses were mine of old, Tales in my ear were told, Fond arms would me enfold Cushla Machree ! Once in these weary eyes, Where now small beauty lies, Strange gleams of joy could rise Cushla Machree! Once this now sunken cheek, Fond lips could eager seek, Blushes my bliss could speak Cushla Machree! Once at his coming feet, Wildly this heart could beat, Flying forth his to meet Cushla Machree ! Once at his whispers low, Tears of deep joy could flow, Cushla Machree ! Whom did my coming glad? Cushla Machree ! Once my least whisper made Happy if near I stay'd Cushla Machree ! Loveless, unloved am I, Waking nor smile nor sigh, Passing unheeded by Cushla Machree! Never again mine ear, Waiting 'twixt hope and fear, Shall the old story hear— Cushla Machree ! Never my voice shall bring Balm to life's sorrowing, Soothing misfortune's sting Cushla Machree! All now is lost and sped, Rapture and hope are dead Cushla Machree! Your praises were on every tongue, Gra Gal Asthore ! The flower you were of maids among, Gra Gal Asthore ! 59 You mind the pathway up the hill, Gra Gal Asthore ! There I can hear you singing still, Gra Gal Asthore ! You'd sing there yet, had you your will, Gra Gal Asthore ! But little song was left in you, Gra Gal Asthore ! They killed your heart, so warm and true, Gra Gal Asthore ! Misfortune still their path pursue, Gra Gal Asthore ! They told you I had faithless grown, Gra Gal Asthore ! That far to foreign land I'd gone, Gra Gal Asthore ! Too well their evil work was done, Gra Gal Asthore ! They killed your heart, my love, my pride, Gra Gal Asthore ! They forced you to a traitor's side, Gra Gal Asthore ! Oh! well their victim's chains they tied, Gra Gal Asthore ! And they are safe—they need not fear, Gra Gal Asthore ! I'll never come your pathway near, Gra Gal Asthore ! But oh! my name, to you to clear, Gra Gal Asthore ! |