MARY HYNES

She is the sky of the sun,

She is the dart

Of love,

She is the love of my heart,

She is a rune,

She is above

The women of the race of Eve

As the sun is above the moon.

Lovely and airy the view from the hill

That looks down Ballylea;

But no good sight is good until

By great good luck you see

The Blossom of the Branches walking towards you

Airily.