09MAY2024 – Quote of the Day

Awake, ye West Winds, through the lonely dale,

And Fancy, to thy fairy bower betake;

Even now, with balmy freshness breathes the gale,

Dimpling with downy wing the stilly lake;

Through the pale willows faltering whispers wake,

And Evening comes with locks bodropp’d with dew;

On Desmond’s mouldering turrets slowly shake

The trembling rye-grass and the harehell blue,

And ever and anon fair Mulla’s plaints renew.

William Julius Mickle