"NOW where are ye goin'," ses I, "wid the shawl An' cotton umbrella an' basket an' all? Would ye not wait for McMullen's machine, Wid that iligant instep befittin' a queen? Oh, you wid the wind-soft grey eye wid a wile in it, You wid the lip wid the troublesome smile in it, Sure, the road's wet, ivery rain-muddied mile in it———" "@3Ah, the Saints'll be kapin' me petticoats clean!@1" "But," ses I, "would ye like it to meet Clancy's bull, Or the tinks poachin' rabbits above Slieve-na-coul? An' the ford at Kilmaddy is big wid the snows, An' the whisht Little People that wear the green close, They'd run from the bog to be makin' a catch o' ye, The king o' them's wishful o' weddin' the match o' ye, 'Twould be long, if they did, ere ye lifted the latch o' ye———" "@3What fairy's to touch her that sings as she goes!@1" "Ah, where are ye goin'," ses I, "wid the shawl, An' the grey eyes a-dreamin' beneath it an' all? The road by the mountain's a long one, depend Ye'll be done for, alannah, ere reachin' the end; Ye'll be bate wid the wind on each back-breakin' bit on it, Wet wid the puddles and lamed wid the grit on it,— Since lonesome ye're layin' yer delicut fit on it———" @3"Sure whin's a road lonesome that's stepped wid a friend"?@1 That's stepped wid a friend? Who did Bridgy intend? Still 'twas me that went wid her right on to the end! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREY ROCK by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS KUBLA KHAN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SAND-MAN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SUPPLIANTS: THE WORLD'S HARMONIOUS PLAN by AESCHYLUS RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO ONE BEREFT by ETHEL KNAPP BEHRMAN UNDER THE TREES by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. WHEN A THOUSAND YEARS HAVE PASSED by EDWARD CARPENTER |