IN LEINSTER
By Louise Imogen Guiney
I try to knead and spin, but my life is low the while.Oh, I long to be alone, and walk abroad a mile;Yet if I walk alone, and think of naught at all,Why from me that’s young should the wild tears fall?The shower-stricken earth, the earth-colored streams,They breathe on me awake, and moan to me in dreams;And yonder ivy fondling the broke castle-wall,It pulls upon my heart till the wild tears fall.The cabin-door looks down, a furze-lighted hill,And far as Leighlin Cross the fields are green and still;But once I hear the blackbird in Leighlin hedges call,The foolishness is on me, and the wild tears fall!
I try to knead and spin, but my life is low the while.Oh, I long to be alone, and walk abroad a mile;Yet if I walk alone, and think of naught at all,Why from me that’s young should the wild tears fall?The shower-stricken earth, the earth-colored streams,They breathe on me awake, and moan to me in dreams;And yonder ivy fondling the broke castle-wall,It pulls upon my heart till the wild tears fall.The cabin-door looks down, a furze-lighted hill,And far as Leighlin Cross the fields are green and still;But once I hear the blackbird in Leighlin hedges call,The foolishness is on me, and the wild tears fall!
I try to knead and spin, but my life is low the while.Oh, I long to be alone, and walk abroad a mile;Yet if I walk alone, and think of naught at all,Why from me that’s young should the wild tears fall?
I try to knead and spin, but my life is low the while.
Oh, I long to be alone, and walk abroad a mile;
Yet if I walk alone, and think of naught at all,
Why from me that’s young should the wild tears fall?
The shower-stricken earth, the earth-colored streams,They breathe on me awake, and moan to me in dreams;And yonder ivy fondling the broke castle-wall,It pulls upon my heart till the wild tears fall.
The shower-stricken earth, the earth-colored streams,
They breathe on me awake, and moan to me in dreams;
And yonder ivy fondling the broke castle-wall,
It pulls upon my heart till the wild tears fall.
The cabin-door looks down, a furze-lighted hill,And far as Leighlin Cross the fields are green and still;But once I hear the blackbird in Leighlin hedges call,The foolishness is on me, and the wild tears fall!
The cabin-door looks down, a furze-lighted hill,
And far as Leighlin Cross the fields are green and still;
But once I hear the blackbird in Leighlin hedges call,
The foolishness is on me, and the wild tears fall!