Rathlin's Isle


To Rathlin’s Isle I chanced to sail when summer breezes softly blew
And there I heard so sweet a tale that oft I wished it could be true
They said at eve when rude winds sleep, and hushed is every turbid swell
A mermaid rises from the deep, and sweetly tunes her magic shell

And while she plays, rock, dell and cave, in dying falls the sound retain
As if some choral spirits gave their aid to swell her witching strain
Then summoned by that dulcet note, uprising to the admiring view
A fairy island seems to float with tints of many a gorgeous hue

And glittering fanes and lofty towers, all on this fairy isle are seen
And waving trees, and shady bowers, with more than mortal verdure green
And as it moves, the western sky glows with a thousand varying rays
And the calm sea, tinged with each dye, seems like a golden flood of haze

They also say if earth or stone, from verdant Erin’s hallowed land
Were on this magic island thrown, forever fixed it then would stand
But when for this some little boat, in silence ventures from the shore
The mermaid sinks, hushed is the note, the fairy isle is seen no more


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Songs of the sea