IN CONNEMARA

With eyes all untroubled she laughs as she passes,

Bending beneath the creel with the seaweed brown,

Till evening with pearl-dew dims the shining grasses

And night lit with dreamlight enfolds the sleepy town.

Then she will wander, her heart all a laughter,

Tracking the dream star that lights the purple gloom.

She follows the proud and golden races after,

As high as theirs her spirit, as high will be her doom.