RINGLETED youth of my love, br With thy locks bound loosely behind thee, br You passed by the road above, br But you never came in to find me; br Where were the harm for you br If you came for a little to see me, br Your kiss is a wakening dew br Were I ever so ill or so dreamy. br br If I had golden store br I would make a nice little boreen, br To lead straight up to his door, br The door of the house of my stóreen; br Hoping to God not to miss br The sound of his footfall in it, br I have waited so long for his kiss br That for days I have not slept a minute. br br I thought, oh my love! you were so— br As the moon is, or the sun on a fountain, br And I thought after that you were snow, br The cold snow on the top of the mountain; br And I thought after that you were more br Like God’s lamp shining to find me, br Or the bright star of knowledge before, br And the star of knowledge behind me. br br You promised me high-heeled shoes, br And satin and silk, my stóreen, br And to follow me, never to lose, br Though the ocean were round us roaring; br Like a bush in a gap in a wall br I am now left lonely without thee, br And this house I grow dead of, is all br That I see around or about me.