An old woman of the roads قصيدة اعجبتنى 10

O, to have a little house !
To own the hearth and stool and all !
The heaped up sods upon the fire
The pile of turf again' the wall !
To have a clock with weights and chains,
And pendulum swinging up and down !
A dresser filled with shining delph,
Speckled with white and blue and brown !
I could be quite there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed, and loth to leave
The ticking clock and shining delph !
Och ! but I'm weary of mist and dark,
And roads where there's never a house or 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 rain's way.
Padraig Colum