O men from the fields! Come gently within. Tread softly, softly, O men coming in! Mavourneen is going From me and from you, Where Mary will fold him With mantle of blue! From reek of the smoke And cold of the floor, And the peering of things Across the half-door. O men from the fields! Soft, softly come thro'. Mary puts round him Her mantle of blue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A LADY SINGING by ISAAC ROSENBERG MY MOTHER LEFT ME by KAREN SWENSON PSALM 136 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ODE SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO THE NIGHTINGALE by ANNE FINCH THE BELLS OF HEAVEN by RALPH HODGSON |