THE fiddles were playing and playing, <br />The couples were out on the floor; <br />From converse and dancing he drew me, <br />And across the door. <br /> <br />Ah! strange were the dim, wide meadows, <br />And strange was the cloud-strewn sky, <br />And strange in the meadows the corncrakes, <br />And they making cry! <br /> <br />The hawthorn bloom was by us, <br />Around us the breath of the south <br />White hawthorn, strange in the night-time <br />His kiss on my mouth!<br /><br />Padraic Colum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/across-the-door/
