• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    Weary winds asleep

    Down by the river zephyrs go to sleep,
    They fold tired wings among the poplars tall;
    The silent hills, with Venus, vigil keep;
    Solace, and peace, and rest at evenfall!

    These weary little winds have wandered far,
    But now, like birds beneath a mother’s wing,
    They flutter and lie still.  How peaceful are
    These poplars now! not one leaf quivering!

    And yet the poplars clashed a thousand shields,
    And waved a gallant farewell to the sun,
    Less than an hour ago; when o’er the fields
    He kissed good-night.  Then the winds sighed – “He’s gone,”

    Silence, and night, and slumber! the winds dream.
    No song of bird, no stir in bush or tree;
    Only the hush-song of the sleepless stream –
    A ship of silver on a golden sea.

    Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross. Co. Tyrone.