"Betrothed, with my dear sire's consent,
Each morn beheld my Gerald coming;
Each day, in converse sweet, was spent;
And, ere he went, dark eve was glooming:
But one day, as he crossed the plain,
I saw a cloud descend, like rain,
And bear him, in its skirts, away--
Oh! hour of grief, oh! woeful day!
"They sought my Gerald many a day,
'Mid winter's snow, and summer's blossom;
At length, his memory passed away,
From all, except his Ellen's bosom.
But there his love still glows and grows,
Unchanged by time, unchecked by woes;
And, led by it, I've made my way,
To seek thy aid, in dark Iveagh."
He traced a circle with his wand,
Around the spot, where they were standing;
He held a volume in his hand,
All writ, with spells of power commanding:
He read a spell--then looked--in vain,
Southward, across the lake of Lene;
Then to the east, and western side;
But, when he northward looked, he cried--
"I see! I see your Gerald now!
In Carrigcleena's fairy dwelling;
Deep sorrow sits upon his brow,
Though Cleena tales of love is telling--
Cleena, most gentle, and most fair,
Of all the daughters of the air;
The fairy queen, whose smiles of light,
Preserves from sorrow and from blight.
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