Padraic Colum Poems
|81.||The Old College||4/20/2010|
|83.||The Sister's Lullaby||4/20/2010|
|84.||An Drinaun Donn||4/20/2010|
|85.||A Ballad Maker||4/20/2010|
|86.||Polonius And The Ballad Singers||1/1/2004|
|89.||An Old Woman Of The Roads||4/20/2010|
|90.||Across The Door||4/20/2010|
|91.||A Rann Of Exile||4/20/2010|
|92.||I Shall Not Die For Thee||1/1/2004|
|93.||An Old Song Re-Sung||4/20/2010|
|94.||Old Men Complaining||1/1/2004|
|95.||A Poor Scholar Of The 'Forties||4/20/2010|
|101.||She Moved Through The Faire||1/1/2004|
|104.||A Cradle Song||1/1/2004|
|106.||Old Woman Of The Roads||1/1/2004|
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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 ...
Two little creatures
with faces the size of
a pair of pennies
are clasping each other
"Ah do not leave me"
One says to the other
in the high monkey -
cage in the beast shop
there are no people