Mountain Poem -- I
I Am the Mountainy Singer
I Am the mountainy singer --
Thevoice of the peasant's dream,
The cry of the wind on the wooded hill,
The leap of the fish in the stream.
Quiet and love Ising--
The carn on the mountain crest,
The cailin in her lover's arms,
The child at its mother's breast.
Beauty and peace Ising--
The fire on the open hearth,
The cailleach spinning at herwheel,
The plough in the broken earth.
Travail and pain Ising--
The bride on the childing bed,
The dark man laboring at hisrhymes,
The eye in the lambing shed.
Sorrow and death I sing--
The canker come on the corn,
The fisher lost in the mountain loch,
The cry at the mouth of morn.
No other life I sing--
For I amsprung of the stock,
That broke the hilly land for bread,
And built thenest in the rock!
< JosephCampbell (Seosamh MacCathmhaoil). 1881 >