Like a ghost I am gone

In the wan, mistful morning to Ocean's wild gales

Afar from her scorning I loose my black sails;

For my kiss was scarce cold on her cheek when she turned

And my love for the gold of a renegade spurned.

Under cloud chill and pallid, while hollow winds moan,

Lies alas! our green-valleyed, purple-peaked Innishowen;

For as if my sad case she were sharing to-day,

All her glory and grace she hides weeping away.

Farewell, Lake of Shadows! Buncrana, farewell

To your thymy sea meadows, your fern-fluttering dell!

Adieu, Donegal! o'er the waters death wan,

Under Heaven's heavy pall, like a ghost I am gone.