it came as no surprise to me then
and yet i delighted in the sight
of you standing beneath the great tree
still gathering sparkles of sunlight
jealously shielded by the canopy above
the sun could not bear to part from you
delighted at your gentle touch
along the bark of this ancient weaver
entwining emeralds in the air about you
bobbing lightly through the shadows
wanting only to be close to you
the finest jewels suffer at your sight
how can i express the joy i felt
seeing you there, your lovely hair
gleefully glancing here waving there
nothing could i even now compare
to the serenity in your face
peace itself bows reverently before you
that moment belonged to you, m’eudail
mind you the music across the park
the pipes had begun to play and all would say
that the melody so fair was like the song
that flows from your sweet lips
music adores thee as well, my love
i will always mind that tree in Hyde Park
and how you glowed even in the shadows
for the truth of your very being is such
that no darkness could ever shroud the beauty
of my beloved nighean ruadh*
* “Nighean ruadh” translates as “red-haired lass”.