Classic Poem

MY love, I have no great
Wise song to sing you;
No vow to consecrate,
Nor pledge to bring you;
No honour high and rare
That might renown you;
No fortune fine and fair;
No crown to crown you.
Only, Mavourneen, a pilgrim forever,
Roaming the world, winning happiness never,
Still would I keep thee — ah! smile if thou hearest.
Deep in my heart with a love-bond the dearest.

Had you been desolate
And unbefriended,
Our ways might wayward Fate
And Love have blended.
But Life has drawn you, sweet,
By paths undarkened;
I pass your happy feet
With words unhearkened.

Only, Mavourneen, a pilgrim forever,
Roaming the world, winning happiness never,
Still would I keep thee — ah! smile if thou hearest,
Deep in my heart with a love-bond the dearest.