(8 December 1881 – 11 January 1972 / County Longford)

Across The Door

THE fiddles were playing and playing,
The couples were out on the floor;
From converse and dancing he drew me,
And across the door.

Ah! strange were the dim, wide meadows,
And strange was the cloud-strewn sky,
And strange in the meadows the corncrakes,
And they making cry!

The hawthorn bloom was by us,
Around us the breath of the south
White hawthorn, strange in the night-time
His kiss on my mouth!

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Strange in the night-time! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A marvelous poem penned skillfully interwoven with delicate sentiments.
Beautiful poem nicely executed.
The revelation of love, 'across the door'
Such a great poem by Padraic Colum..................