THE WELL OF ALL HEALING

There's a cure for all things in the well at Ballylee

Where the scarlet cressets hang over the trembling pool:

And joyful winds are blowing from the Land of Youth to me,

And the heart of the earth is full.

Many and many a sunbright maiden saw the enchanted land

With star faces glimmer up from the druid wave:

Many and many a pain of love was soothed by a faery hand

Or lost in the love it gave.

When the quiet with a ring of pearl shall wed the earth,

And the scarlet berries burn dark by the stars in the pool;

Oh, it's lost and deep I'll be amid the windy mirth,

While the heart of the earth is full.