The Well of All-Healing

 THERE’S a cure for sorrow in the well at Ballylee
 Where the scarlet cressets hang over the trembling pool:
And joyful winds are blowing from the Land of Youth to me,
 And the heart of the earth is full.



Many and many a sunbright maiden saw the enchanted land
 With star faces glimmer up from the druid wave:
Many and many a pain of love was soothed by a faery hand
 Or lost in the love it gave.



When the quiet with a ring of pearl shall wed the earth,
 And the scarlet berries burn dark by the stars in the pool;
Oh, it’s lost and deep I’ll be amid the Danaan mirth,
 While the heart of the earth is full.

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