MARY HYNES
Reading edition
She is the sky of the sun, She is the dart Of love, She is the love of my heart, She is a rune, She is above The women of the race of Eve As the sun is above the moon.
Lovely and airy the view from the hill That looks down Ballylea; But no good sight is good until By great good luck you see The Blossom of the Branches walking towards you Airily.