Arranmore, loved Arranmore


Arranmore, loved Arranmore
How oft I dream of thee
And of those days when by thy shore
I wandered young and free
Full many a path I’ve tried since then
Through pleasure’s flowery maze
But ne’er could find the bliss again
I felt in those sweet days

How blithe upon thy breezy cliffs
At sunny morn I’ve stood
With heart as bounding as the skiffs
That danced along thy Hood
Or when the Western wave grew bright
With daylightls parting wing
Have sought that Eden in its light
Which dreaming poets sing

That Eden where the immortal brave
Dwell in a land serene
Whose bowers beyond the shining wave
At sunset, oft are seen
Ah, dream too full of saddening truth
Those mansions o’er the main
Are like the hopes I built in youth
As sunny and as vain



The island of Arranmore lies nine miles off the Donegal coast. There was an ancient myth that on a clear day, one could see Tír na nÓg (the magical land of eternal youth) beyond the western horizon.

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Thomas Moore