Poems by Padraic Colum
Crane
... Did not I Once know a lad from Irrus where they leave ...
An Drinaun Donn
... drink ale, But their presence fades away from me and their high spirits fail ...
Old Men Complaining
... The fellow you spoke of has broken his bounds ...
River-Mates
... Of the River; the deep, dark, full and flowing River ...
Superbly Situated
... just as part of me fears that if you love me for my cleanliness ...
The Tin-Whistle Player
... 'Tis long since, long since, since I heard ...
Garadh
... The strength is carded from my bones, ...
She moved through the Fair
... And she moved through the fair ...
The Beggar's Child
... Where they grudge us the light of the day ...
Odysseus: In Memory Of Arthur Griffith
... The news that came was like that weight of waters ...
Blades
... With hunters' knives that were thinned with wear:- ...
Polonius and the Ballad Singers
... Do the gray-coated lads drive the ball through the grass ...
Night-Fliers
... What sounds Are in their day-lost world, ...
Interior
... Then they take thought like the swallows, ...
The Ballad Of Downal Baun
... The hoard of the folk who had raised the mounds, ...
