The Old Woman of the Roads, by Padraic Colum
Oh, to have a little house!
to own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped up sods upon the fire,
The pile of turf against the wall!
To have a clock with weights and chains
And pendulum swinging up and down,
A dresser filled with shining delph,
Speckled and white and blue and brown!
I could be busy all the day
Cleaning and sweeping the hearth and floor,
And fixing on their shelf again
My white and blue and speckled store!
I could be quiet there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed and loath to leave
The ticking clock and the shining delph!
Och, but I’m weary of mist and dark,
And roads where there’s never a house nor bush,
And tired I am of bog and road
And the crying wind and the lonesome hush!
And I am praying to God on high
And I am praying him night and day,
For a little house, a house of my own,
Out of the wind’s and the rain’s way.
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