Yeşil vadiden sevgilerle, 2

We rode in sorrow, with strong hounds three,
Bran, Sgeolan, and Lomair,
On a morning misty and mild and fair.
The mist-drops hung on the fragrant trees,
And in the blossoms hung the bees.
We rode in sadness above Lough Lean,
For our best were dead on Gavra's green

william butler yeats
1865-1939

P.S. Çok severim W.B. Yeats. Cranberries'in no need to argue albümünde Yeats Grave şarkısında geçer.