The Stars Stand Up In The Air
The stars up in the air
The sun and the moon are gone
The strand of its waters is bare
And her sway is swept from the swan
The cuckoo was calling all day
Hid in the branches above
How my stóirín is fled away
'Tis my grief that I gave her my love
Three things through love I see—
Sorrow and sin and death—
And my mind reminding me
That this doom I breathe with my breath
But sweeter than violin or lute
Is my love—and she left me behind
I wish that all music were mute
And I to all beauty were blind
She's morе shapely than swan by the strand
She's morе radiant than grass after dew
She's more fair than the stars where they stand—
'Tis my grief that her ever I knew