ONE day you'll come to my husband's door, <br />Dermoit Donn MacMorna, <br />One day you'll come to Hugh's dark door, <br />And the pain at my heart will be no more, <br />Dermott Donn MacMorna! <br /> <br />From his bed, from his fire I'll rise, <br />Dermott Donn MacMorna, <br />From the bed of Hugh, from his fire I'll rise, <br />With my laugh for the pious, the quiet, the wise, <br />Dermott Donn MacMorna! <br /> <br />Lonesome, lonesome, the house of Hugh, <br />Dermott Donn MacMorna, <br />No cradle rocks in the house of Hugh; <br />The list'ning fire has thought of you, <br />Dermott Donn MacMorna! <br /> <br />Out of this loneliness we'll go, <br />Dermott Donn MacMorna, <br />Together at last we two will go <br />Down a darkening road with a gleam below, <br />Ah, but the winds do bitter blow, <br />Dermott Donn MacMorna!<br /><br />Padraic Colum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dermott-donn-macmorna/
