I ely to a little group of many enougo be called a village, in tartan in ty Galway, w of Ireland.
tle, Ballylee, ined by a farmer and tage tle mill rees ttle river and great stepping-stones. I times last year to talk to t Biddy Early, a lived in Clare some years ago, and about wo mill-wheels of Ballylee,”
and to find out from ters or some ot is autumn, because Mary iful urf fires, died ty years ago; for our feet o make us uand t it is not of t me a little le, and do in brambles and sloe bus is ttle old foundation of t t of it is taken for building s e t are gro till t ky, and t gro girl in Ireland, driven snoalked to a poem in Irisery, a famous poet, made about said, “trong cellar in Ballylee.” rong cellar me to a deep pool, many fis of ter at early m “to taste ter ing dohe hills.”
I first tery and Mary ill I die,” and t to go round and to mark some o go to, and to reated if you did not, you in Irisest poet in Ireland, and t buso stand u. tood under from t, and ter came t.” So a friend and to myself in Irisoo proud to be t of ural as t Irisry of t tury, for ts are arranged in a too obviously traditional form, so t o speak as if of everyto t it ender p ranslation, but some of it ry people t y of t translations.
Going to Mass by the will of God,
t and the wind rose;
I met Mary tartan,
And I fell in love here.
I spoke to her kind and mannerly,
As by report was her own way;
And sery, my mind is easy,
You may e to-day to Ballylee.”
linger,
alk to my my rose.
e o go across three fields,
e o Ballylee.
table measure, Sting beside me;
And sery, and a rong cellar in Ballylee.”
O star of lig,
O amber he world,
ill you e h me upon Sunday
till ogethe people?
I grudge you a song every Sunday evening,
Puncable, or ,
But, O King of Glory, dry the roads before me,
till I find to Ballylee.
t air on the hill
hen you are looking down upon Ballylee;
s and blackberries, t
and music of the Sidhe.
is till you
Of t is by your side?
to deny it or to try and ,
S.
t of Ireland I did not travel,
From to tops of tains,
to ty but was behind hers.
oo; and s.
She branch,
She shining flower of Ballylee.
It is Mary his calm and easy woman,
y in her mind and in her face.
If a ogether,
t e down a half of her ways.
An old nig beautiful to tell me about every e. As many as eleven men asked s of men up beyond Kilbety one nigting togetalking of up a out to go to Ballylee and see Bog o it o ter, and t “tro man t -time to get to Ballylee.” tradition gives t Derrybrien among tge desolate place, ag upon t of Ec still mindful of many poems and of ty of a speece t it looked blue, and stle blusold me many tales of ten sa ure. I oo—soo mucure. One day I ired, and t no more tiful brig s kno too little gold to knos colour. But a man by t Kinvara, o remember Mary all to be seen noo any kind of a meeting, t of many in love s is said t no o them will ever live long.”
t is aken by t a fator told me once, may give o them”
oo, t Mary aken,” as taken many t are not take s to look at did not say ‘God bless Duras tle doubt t saken, “for t remember o ttern[FN#3] to be t girl in Ireland.” S may be t t to uand literally, meant imes. trymen and tryions, are many years o t old Greek set beauty beside tain of too muc tell of le as troy grele whe walls.
[FN#3] A “pattern,” or “patron,” is a festival in .
t t of Ireland.
Some t Raftery enougo see some t t in t never look on t one day, ery oget t are blind o knoo feel more, and to do more, and to guess more t , and a certain and a certain o tell you t only blind but a poet?
t Mary ry of ty, for t are t of ty—poetry and dang and principles. t is man ing doter beter learning tion you’d meet no it from God”; and a man at Coole says, “ o one part of o ten in a book”; and an old pensio Kiltartan says, “anding under a busime, and alked to it, and it ans spoke, but it must ed voi it, and it gave er is to be seen on t a bus may of this shape.
A friend of mi a man once een Gillaold Dr. all nig reaming up to long t lig o , and sang such religious songs.”
It may be t in a feies to immortalities io perfect symbols of ty and of the magnifid penury of dreams.
1900.
ory district been noted food looks, y to misfortune . over tiful girls t beauty o anybody. It o be proud of and afraid of. I en out time, for turesque them.
1902.
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