<h3 id="Tir_Nan_Og">Tir Nan Og</h3>
<p>THE breeze blows out from the land and it seeks the sea,<br/>
O and O! that my sail were set and away—<br/>
Fast and free on its wings would my sailing be<br/>
To the west: to the Tir Nan Og, where the blesséd stay!</p>
<p>The darkness stirs, it awakes, it outspreads its arms,<br/>
O and O! and the birds in their nests are still,<br/>
The red-browed hill bleats low with the lamb’s alarms,<br/>
And a sound of singing comes from the slipping rill.</p>
<p>My soul is awake alone, all alone in the earth,<br/>
O and O! and around is the lonely night.<br/>
As with the sun, would my soul go forth to its birth—<br/>
O’er the darkling sea, to the west—to the light, to the light!</p>
<p>Do they say, “Be content with the land of the Innis Fail,<br/>
O and O! there is friendship here, there is song.”<br/>
But they smile to your face, when you turn they stammer and rail<br/><!-- Page 113 -->
And the song of the singer has tears and is over long!</p>
<p>A call comes out of the west and it calls a name,<br/>
O and O! it is soft, it is far, it is low—<br/>
Sweet, so sweet that it touches my soul with a flame<br/>
That burns the heart from my breast with the wish to go!</p>
<blockquote>(Translated from the Celtic.)</blockquote>
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