• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    Lonely the path that I must wander now,
    Since Dermot walks no longer by my side.
    Sleeps he, nor dreams, upon a mountain’s brow
    A near to where he fought, and fell, and died.

    Oh, wild birds! singing in the groves he loved,
    Wild winds! rejoicing that the spring is here –
    He loved your voices while with me he roved –
    Now mourn with me: for ye to him were dear.

    It gives a melancholy pleasure, still
    To wander by his fav’rite stream, and list
    To his beloved friend, the thrush, until
    Reality is hidden in a mist:

    Then Dermot wanders by my side once more;
    He smiles, and all the world is filled with light;
    He speaks, and earth’s Elysium, as of yore –
    O stay, fond vision, vanishing from sight!