Padraic Colum Poems

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!
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To Meath of the pastures,
From wet hills by the sea,
Through Leitrim and Longford
Go my cattle and me.
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You stay for a while beside me with your beauty young and rare,
Though your light limbs are as limber as the foal's that follows the mare;
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O men from the fields,
Come gently within.
Tread softly, softly
O men coming in!
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My young love said to me: My mother won't mind,
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind.
She put her arms 'round me; these words she did say:
It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day!
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THEN, suddenly, I was aware indeed
Of what he said, and was revolving it:
How, in the night, crows often take to wing,
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THE fiddles were playing and playing,
The couples were out on the floor;
From converse and dancing he drew me,
And across the door.
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THE little moths are creeping
Across the cottage pane;
On the floor the chickens gather,
And they make talk and complain.
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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!
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I’LL be an otter, and I’ll let you swim
A mate beside me; we will venture down
A deep, dark river, when the sky above
Is shut of the sun; spoilers are we,
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