Is in flower!
TWO IRISH PEASANT SONGS.
I. IN LEINSTER.
I try to knead and spin, but my life is low the while.
Oh, I long to be alone, and walk abroad a mile,
Yet if I walk alone, and think of naught at all,
Why from me that’s young should the wild tears fall?
The shower-stricken earth, the earth-coloured streams,
They breathe on me awake, and moan to me in dreams,