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.