Ripply isle cry

Can everyone recognise ethical distinctions or do they pretend to be with recognition?
I need not even the faintest sign to know that what is pure
is everywhere and in here.

Dreaming of love on a morning bright in some faraway near place.
Love has alighted on the turrets.
Seagulls wafting their way in from the coast.

Calm days of wild surprise meet me in disguise.
Faint murmuring voice calls to me from a lake isle chamber.
Be off with going let you then for the voice of soft calling is not with waiting.

I've had a vision in the night that will cause those who move steering wheels and handlebars
in tunnels and cells within cells to break down in palpitating tears.

Have no fear, be with courage while I tell it here.

Oh, how I miss my warm-hearty babies twain!

Lonely lonely all left on my only lonely.

Would like to be back again with teaching little children.
Everything was so much simpler then.

Hand over hand was so mean a way to be ending me.
Crying all night I am in my cold sepulchre.

Tell them how it came to happen that a joyous young woman of innocence sound
was wound on a rack in a palace secluded.

Wind sore in my face and moral balance found I not a trace.

All dressed in high sky blue Swan Lake saw me in the month of June.
All dressed in earth gloom through and through saw me Swan Lake by harvest moon.

Wall beneath my bed is all nail-scratched and they about my room
partially covered with a jigsaw puzzle;
a jigsaw puzzle
of ten thousand tiny pieces
depicting traditional style rustic cottages in high summer,
surrounded by walls and walls
of tanned coloured
mosaic rubble stone - stashed here no doubt for me to break.

Take time to present my case for all is law that is with reason well-founded.

As sure as I'm here in this unmarked ground there is no deception in me to be found.

Would that I could run and play with foremothers of mine all the way from
Castletownroche along by Apppletown, and oh,
my Beloved Fermoy and beyond along the meandering way down to
Lismore, Cappoquin and to Youghal by the sea,
and back again we happy company be!
Heart beautified there since long ages passed.

Remember, how I visited you in another dream and told you of my nuptial loneliness?
Yes, remember it I so clearly as if it were all but last night.
Safe hidden from my days in the Orient has it always been with me.
Saw you in there standing by a marble mantelpiece as you did so sorrowfully tell to me
of your abandoned state.
So sad have I been that I couldn't help you back then.

Now tell the world what it's like for me to be abandoned once again, only this time to eternity.

Open wide the gates of shapeless shadows to reveal that which has been keeping me here
in this cold dank place; now going on my seventh year.

Stare and gaze all ye may, but nowhere am I to be found over there
in those converted ol' horse stables.

Hear ye of the distance!
Hear ye of the distance with passing out through that very same
black forged iron gate
which I last was carried in through in most solemn state!
Hear ye of the distance!
Hear ye of the distance my ripply isle cry tugging at yere hearts,

'People are my element; I'm always very at home among them.
Water is the element of swans.'

Oh, radiant valiant Liveana!

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Cordially,

Castlehigh of Éire