O, to have a little house! <br />To own the hearth and stool and all! <br />The heaped up sods against the fire, <br />The pile of turf against the wall! <br />To have a clock with weights and chains <br />And pendulum swinging up and down! <br />A dresser filled with shining delph, <br />Speckled and white and blue and brown! <br />I could be busy all the day <br />Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor, <br />And fixing on their shelf again <br />My white and blue and speckled store! <br />I could be quiet there at night <br />Beside the fire and by myself, <br />Sure of a bed and loth to leave <br />The ticking clock and the shining delph! <br />Och! but I'm weary of mist and dark, <br />And roads where there's never a house nor bush, <br />And tired I am of bog and road, <br />And the crying wind and the lonesome hush! <br />And I am praying to God on high, <br />And I am praying Him night and day, <br />For a little house - a house of my own <br />Out of the wind's and the rain's way.<br /><br />Padraic Colum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-woman-of-the-roads/
