Eileen Aroon

 

 

Eileen Aroon

When, like the early rose, Eileen aroon!
Beauty in childhood blows; Eileen aroon!
When, like a diadem, Buds blush around the stem,
Which isthefairest gem? Eileen aroon!

Is it the laughing eye? Eileen aroon!
Is it the timid sigh? Eileen aroon!
Is it the tender tone, Soft as the string’d harp’s moan?
Oh, itis the truth alone. Eileen aroon!

When, like the rising day, Eileen aroon!
Love sends his early ray, Eileen aroon!
What makes his dawning glow changeless through joy or woe?
Onlytheconstant knowEileen aroon!