A Poem for Tuesday

Beloved, It Is Morn by Emily Henrietta Hickey 1845-1924

Beloved, it is morn!
A redder berry on the thorn,
A deeper yellow on the corn,
For this good day new-born,
Pray, Sweet, for me
That I may be
Faithful to God and thee
.
Beloved, it is day!
And lovers work, as children play,
With heart and brain untired alway:
Dear Love, look up and pray.
Pray, Sweet, for me
That I may be
Faithful to God and thee.

Beloved, it is night!
Thy heart and mine are full of light,
Thy spirit shineth clear andwhite,
God keep thee in His sight!
Pray, Sweet, for me
That I may be
Faithful to God and thee.

Some years ago I found a great book on Irish Poets but have read very little of it.  It is a mere 768 pages so it may take me some time to absorb all this book has to offer. 

Duane Cronk reminded me, on our recent California trip, of the value of the Irish poets, what they went through to become recognized and the beauty of their words.  Hope you enjoyed this poem by an Irish lady. 

Tell me, who is your favourite poet and why?