She is Far from the Land
a poem by
Thomas Moore


She is Far from the Land

She is far from the land, where her young hero sleeps, 
And lovers are round her, sighing; 
But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, 
For her heart in his grave is lying! 

She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, 
Every note which he lov'd awaking
Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, 
How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking! 

He had lov'd for his love, for his country he died, 
They were all that to life had entwin'd him,
Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, 
Nor long will his love stay behind him. 

Oh! make her a grave, where the sun-beams rest, 
When they promise a glorious morrow; 
They'll shine o'er her sleep, like a smile from the West, 
From her own lov'd Island of sorrow! 

Thomas Moore

She is Far from the Land - a poem by Thomas Moore

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