I heard their young hearts crying
Loveward above the glancing oar
And heard the prairie grasses sighing:
No more, return no more!
O hearts, O sighing grasses,
Vainly your loveblown bannerets mourn!
No more will the wild wind that passes
Return, no more return.
More verses by James Joyce
- O Cool Is The Valley Now
- Who Goes Amid The Green Wood
- The Ballad Of Persse O'Reilly
- On The Beach At Fontana
- What Counsel Has The Hooded Moon