My joy and my grief, go sleep and gather My joy and my grief, go sleep and gather Dreams from the tree where the dreams hang low, Dreams from the tree where the dreams hang low, Rounder than apples, and sweeter than honey, Rounder than apples, and sweeter than honey, All to delight you, ma creevin cno! All to delight you, ma creevin cno ! My joy, fill your dear hands full of roses, My joy, fill your dear hands full of roses, And gather lilies that stand a-row: And gather lilies that stand a-row : Pull rush and reed with the Shee's fair children, Pull rush and reed with the Shee's fair children, But eat not, drink not, ma creevin cno! But eat not, drink not, ma creevin cno ! You may not taste of the cups of honey, You may not taste of the cups of honey, You may not taste of the wine blood-red, You may not taste of the wine blood-red, Of the mead and the wine he drank, your father, Of the mead and the wine he drank, your father, And the next night's rain wept your father, dead. And the next night's rain wept your father, dead. Reach up to the star that hangs the lowest, Reach up to the star that hangs the lowest, Tread down the drift of the apple-blow, Tread down the drift of the apple-blow, Ride your ragweed horse to the Isle of Nobles, Ride your ragweed horse to the Isle of Nobles, But the Shee's wine drink not, ma creevin cno! But the Shee's wine drink not, ma creevin cno ! Shoheen, shoheen, shoheen sho! Shoheen, shoheen, shoheen sho | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE BOATIE'; A SLUMBER SONG FOR THE FISHERMAN'S CHILD by HENRY VAN DYKE ASOLANDO: THE CARDINAL AND THE DOG by ROBERT BROWNING THE WORST OF IT by ROBERT BROWNING A DIALOGUE: JOHN AND RICHARD by JOHN BYROM ODE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |