Tho' her house the day's a tumblin' There's sorra a wan to tell Why wee rosies climbed her windies An' the moss peeped down her well; Sure the blue-bells in the wood-way Shed their dew-drops at her feet;— An' the thrushes joined to pipin' When they knowed the time we'd meet! There's an' ould thatch-house a tossin', Ay, the men is out from town;— An' 'tis whisht I doubt is thrushes Whilst wee walls is fallin' down!— An' thon clouds av goold that's trailin' Since the men's gone home to rest, Is for partin' shine, I'm thinkin', On wee windies lookin' West! Ay, an' ould wee house a tumblin', But sorra a wan to know Be my colleen crowned wid sunshine, Och, or shrouded sure in snow! An' bewhiles I thinks she laughin', In a wood-way or boreen,— But there's rosies, ay, an' blue-bells, An' a sight av years between! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UP IN THE MORNING EARLY by ROBERT BURNS A CONSECRATION by JOHN MASEFIELD KARMA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON HE MOURNS FOR THE CHANGE THAT HAS COME UPON HIM AND BELOVED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 23 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING HYMN 5. THE BLINDING OF TIRESIAS by CALLIMACHUS BALLAD TO THE TUNE - 'BUT I FANCY LOVELY NANCY' by PATRICK CAREY |