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| Dearadh Angelee Deodhar |
The Wind that Shakes the Barley
There's music in my heart all day,
I hear it late and early,
It comes from fields are far away,
The wind that shakes the barley.
Above the uplands drenched with dew
The sky hangs soft and pearly,
An emerald world is listening to
The wind that shakes the barley.
Above the bluest mountain crest
The lark is singing rarely,
It rocks the singer into rest,
The wind that shakes the barley.
Oh, still through summers and through springs
It calls me late and early.
Come home, come home, come home, it sings,
The wind that shakes the barley.
Katharine Tynan (1859-1931)
An Ghaoth i Measc na hEornan
Tá ceol im’ chroí an lá go léir
Ar maidin is tráthnóna,
Is cloisim é sa pháirc go glé,
An ghaoth i measc na heornan.
Is tá na huachtair tais le drúcht,
An spéir go péarlach lonrach,
Is tá an domhan glas ag tabhairt cluas
Don ghaoth i measc na heornan.
Thar bhuaic an tsléibhe ar feadh an lae
Fuiseog ag canadh i gcónaí,
Na nótaí binne is iad go séimh
Sa ghaoth i measc na heornan.
Is glaonn sí orm i ngach séasúr,
Ar maidin is tráthnóna,
Tar chugam, tar chugam, ar sí go suairc
An ghaoth i measc na heornan.
Gabriel Rosenstock
