POEMS BY DENIS FLORENCE MAC CARTHY
DUBLIN. M. H. GILL AND SON, 50 UPPER SACKVILLE STREET
(excerpt Ara of the Saints)
Westward of Arran as I sailed away; I saw the fairest sight eye can behold-- Rocks which, illumined by the morning's ray, Seemed like a glorious city built of gold. Men moved along each sunny shining street, Fires seemed to blaze, and curling smoke to rise, When lo! the city vanished, and a fleet, With snowy sails, rose on my ravished eyes. Thus having sought for knowledge and for strength, For the unheard-of voyage that I planned, I left these myriad isles, and turned at length Southward my bark, and sought my native land. There made I all things ready, day by day, The wicker-boat, with ox-skins covered o'er-- Chose the good monks companions of my way, And waited for the wind to leave the shore.