Is It A Month

Is it a month since I and you
In the starlight of Glen Dubh
Stretched beneath a hazel bough
Kissed from ear and throat to brow,
Since your fingers, neck, and chin
Made the bars that fence me in,
'Till Paradise seemed but a wreck
Near your bosom, brow and neck
And stars grew wilder, growing wise,
In the splendour of your eyes!
Since the weasel wandered near
Whilst we kissed from ear to ear
And the wet and withered leaves
Blew about your cap and sleeves,
Till the moon sank tired through the ledge
Of the wet and windy hedge?
And we took the starry lane
Back to Dublin town again.

J. M. Synge, (1871-1909)

From the Appletree Press title: A Little Book of Irish Verse .
Also from Appletree: Appletree Book of Celtic Verse, A Little Book of Scottish Verse and A Little Book of English Verse .