Scaradh
San aisling dúinn ag dul in éag
An domhan go léir i bhfad i gcéin;
Do dhlaoithe ag rince ar feadh an lae,
Monabhar do bhrollaigh bhí go séimh.
Os comhair a chéile ár gcuntanós
Ar chiumhais na sféar, a méid nach eol,
Ár leiceann ina ndrúcht ar rós
Is cumhracht rian goirt na ndeor.
San aisling chiúin ar mhullach bán
Go dlúth istigh sa Mháthair-chroí
Gur éiríomar chun slán a rá
Mar tá na bealaí aici síoraí.
George William (“A. E.”) Russell (1867–1935).
Collected Poems by A.E. 1913.
Parting
AS from our dream we died away
Far off I felt the outer things;
Your wind-blown tresses round me play,
Your bosom’s gentle murmurings.
And far away our faces met
As on the verge of the vast spheres;
And in the night our cheeks were wet,
I could not say with dew or tears.
As one within the Mother’s heart
In that hushed dream upon the height
We lived, and then we rose to part,
Because her ways are infinite.