To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life br Among strangers. Father and mother dear, br Brothers and sisters are in Christ not near br And he my peace my parting, sword and strife. br England, whose honour O all my heart woos, wife br To my creating thought, would neither hear br Me, were I pleading, plead nor do I: I wear- br y of idle a being but by where wars are rife. br br I am in Ireland now; now I am at a thírd br Remove. Not but in all removes I can br Kind love both give and get. Only what word br Wisest my heart breeds dark heaven's baffling ban br Bars or hell's spell thwarts. This to hoard unheard, br Heard unheeded, leaves me a lonely began.