Each Friday I post one of my poems.
Fair is the sunshine, though blinding its glare;
Fair is the endless cerulean sky;
But fairer than these is my beloved,
Now gone far away, ad vanished from view—
God alone knows when next I shall see her.
Pretty the birdsong that floats on the breeze,
And prettier still the harp in its song,
But prettiest is the voice of my love,
Now echoing clear in some distant place—
God alone knows when next I shall hear her.
Happy am I when engrossed in a book,
And happy am I when dancing a set,
But bliss to rest by my beloved’s feet,
Now long departed from where we used to sit—
God alone knows when next I shall greet her.
Oh! to see her face again in person,
Oh! to hear aloud her laughter ringing,
And oh! to greet her fondly once again.
But God alone knows when next I shall meet her.
I wrote this a couple of months ago, when I had to make a trip downtown around noon and was struck by how bright the sun is at noon near Midsummer. I drew the general form for this poem from the first verse of the folk song “‘Twas Pretty to Be in Ballinderry”, which I had recently listened to again.
I always welcome your comments, critique, suggestions, or any other feedback on this poem or any other part of my work. (In other words, if you like it, if you don’t like it, if something “works”, if something “doesn’t work”, if it makes you think of something or someone, etc., please say so!) If you like this, you can also read other poems I’ve written here on my blog; I’d particularly like to know which poems you think are my best.
This poem is also posted on my wiki.