Irish Peasant Song

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-sodden 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!

by Louise Imogen Guiney

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Good poem... Thnks for sharing..........
Emotionally powerful poem. Enjoyed the flow and rhyming too. thanks for sharing such a beautiful poem. 'The shower-sodden 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.'...is so nice.
The emotions so well portrayed by the rhythm and rhyme of this beautiful song/poem.
Only the Irish have that lilt down to an art & science..... They can take the most mundane or bleak of circumstances, and weave it into lovely, excellent poetry! Thank you, Ms. Guiney for this!
A sad poem nicely executed.
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