There's a cure for all things in the well at Ballykeele,Where the scarlet cressets o'erhang from the rowan trees;There's a joy-breath blowing from the Land of Youth I feel,And earth with its heart at ease.
Many and many a sun-bright maiden saw the enchanted landWith star-faces glimmer up from the druid wave:Many and many a pain of love was soothed by a faery handOr lost in the love it gave.
When the quiet with a ring of pearl shall wed the earthAnd the scarlet berries burn dark by the stars in the pool,Oh, its lost and deep I'll be in the joy-breath and the mirth,My heart in the star-heart cool.
—September 15, 1897