Friday, March 02, 2007

Poetry Friday

Ich am of Irlaunde,
Ant of the holy londe
Of Irlande.
Gode sire, pray ich the,
For of saynte charité,
Com ant daunce wyth me
In Irlaunde.

Source: wikisource

Most well known for its inclusion in I Am of Ireland by Yeats

'I Am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
And time runs on,' cried she.
"Come out of charity,
Come dance with me in Ireland.'

Full poem here.

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