My Lagan Love

Where Lagan streams sing lullabies
There blows a lily fair
When twilight gleam is in her eye
The night is on her hair
And like a lovesick lenashee
She hath my heart in thrall
No life have I
No liberty
For love is Lord of all
And sometimes when
The beetles horn
Has lulled the eve to sleep
I steal into
Her sheiling lorn
And through the doorway creep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She spares the bogwood fire
And hums in sad
Sweet and undertone
The song of hearts desire
Her welcome
Like her love for me
Is from her heart within
Her warm kiss is felicity
That knows no taint of sin