Lismore
Lyrics
A meeting of bright streams and valleys green
Of heathy precipice; umbrageous glade
Dark, dimpling eddies, ’neath bird-haunted shade
White torrents gushing splintered rocks between
With winding woodland roads and dimly seen
Through the deep dell ere hazy sunset fade
Castle and spire and bridge, in gold arrayed
While o’er the deepening mist of the ravine
The perspective of mountain looms afar
Such was our Raleigh’s home and here his eye
Drank deep of nature’s wild variety
Feeding on hopes and dreams, from the world’s war
Retired, he dwelt; nor deemed how soon his star
Should set, dishonoured, in a bloody sea
Notes
Written by Sir Aubrey de Vere (1788–1846)
