Padraic Colum Poems
- Old Woman Of The Roads O, to have a little house! To own ...
- A Drover To Meath of the pastures, From wet hills by the ...
- A Cradle Song O men from the fields, Come gently within. ...
- She Moved Through The Faire My young love said to me: My ...
- An Idyll You stay for a while beside me with your beauty ...
- Monkeys Two little creatures with faces the size of a ...
- River-Mates I’LL be an otter, and I’ll let you swim A mate ...
an Irish poet, novelist, dramatist, biographer, playwright, children's author and collector of folklore. He was one of the leading figures of the Celtic Revival.
Colum was born Patrick Collumb in a County Longford workhouse, where his father worked. He was the first of eight children born to Patrick and Susan Collumb. When the father lost his job in 1889, he moved to the United States to participate in the Colorado gold rush. Padraic and his mother and siblings remained in Ireland. When the father returned in 1892, the family moved to Glasthule, near Dublin, where his father was employed as Assistant Manager at Sandycove and Glasthule railway station. His son... more »
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Old Woman Of The Roads
O, to have a little house!
To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped up sods against the fire,
The pile of turf against the wall!
To have a clock with weights and chains
And pendulum swinging up and down!
A dresser filled with shining delph,
Speckled and white and blue and brown!
I could be busy all the day
Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor,
And fixing on their shelf again
My white and blue and speckled store!
I could be quiet there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed and loth to leave
The ticking clock ...