Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Little Book of Modern Verse. 1917.
Louise Imogen Guiney
Irish Peasant Song
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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?
They breathe on me awake, and moan to me in dreams,
And yonder ivy fondling the broke castle-wall,
It pulls upon my heart till the wild tears fall.
And far as Leighlin Cross the fields are green and still;
But once I hear the blackbird in Leighlin hedges call,
The foolishness is on me, and the wild tears fall!