I TRY to knead and spin, but my life is low the while. Oh, I long to be alone, and walk abroad a mile; Yet if I walk alone, and think of naught at all, Why from me that's young should the wild tears fall? The shower-stricken earth, the earth-colored streams, They breathe on me awake, and moan to me in dreams; And yonder ivy fondling the broke castle-wall, It pulls upon my heart till the wild tears fall. The cabin-door looks down a furze-lighted hill, And far as Leighlin Cross the fields are green and still; But once I hear the blackbird in Leighlin hedges call, The foolishness is on me, and the wild tears fall! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TIMES THREE [ - LOVE] by JEAN INGELOW APOLOGIA PRO POEMATE MEO by WILFRED OWEN BALLAD OF THE WOMEN OF PARIS by FRANCOIS VILLON THE SWALLOWS by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS THE VINE by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II A SOLDIER'S GRAVE by JOHN ALBEE |