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.||A Rann Of Exile||4/20/2010|
|91.||I Shall Not Die For Thee||1/1/2004|
|92.||An Old Song Re-Sung||4/20/2010|
|93.||Old Men Complaining||1/1/2004|
|94.||A Poor Scholar Of The 'Forties||4/20/2010|
|100.||Across The Door||4/20/2010|
|102.||She Moved Through The Faire||1/1/2004|
|103.||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 ...
Sunset and silence! A man: around him earth savage, earth broken;
Beside him two horses -- a plough!
Earth savage, earth broken, the brutes, the dawn man there in the sunset,
And the Plough that is twin to the Sword, that is founder of cities!
"Brute-tamer, plough-maker, earth-breaker! Can'st hear? There are ages
Is it praying you are as you stand there alone in the sunset?
"Surely our sky-born gods can be naught to you, earth child and earth