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