Thursday, May 24, 2007

An Irish Folk-Song


Will you be as hard,
Colleen, as you are quiet?
Will you be without pity
On me for ever?

Listen to me, Noireen,
Listen to me, a rúin;
Put healing on me
From your quiet mouth.

I am in the little road
That is dark and narrow,
The little road that has led
Thousands to sleep.

(Translated by Lady Gregory).

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