"What is it beyont that ye're watchin', Paudeen, An' thrushes a waitin' 'way down the boreen?" "Jist the ribbons above av the rainbow ye see! I'm wantin' to steal from a ribbon up there— I'd tie it, I'm thinkin', aroun' yer goold hair,— For God's bindin' is best, my wee Grania Magee!— An' rosiest ribbons the angels e'er seen, Ay, archin' aroun' to yer own Aughareen, They'd be sparin' an' welcome for Grania @3machree@1 "But troth, an' they'd wonder our aimin' so high!" "I'd tell them the goold was a wee bit av sky, Och! afeared they'd come covetin' — Grania Magee!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN OF THE CITY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT LOW TIDE ON GRAND-PRE by BLISS CARMAN AN ODE TO THE RAIN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE EPIPSYCHIDION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY A PASSING OF FAITH by GORDON BOTTOMLEY LOVE'S WAYFARING by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THREE GOLDEN STARS by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |