<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476257" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Connachtman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IT'S my fear that my wake won't be quiet,<br>Nor my wake house a silent place :<br>For who would keep back the hundreds<br>Who would touch my breast and my face?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the good men were always my friends,<br>From Galway back into Clare;<br>In strength, in sport, and in spending,<br>I was foremost at the fair;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In music, in song, and in friendship,<br>In contests by night and by day,<br>By all who knew it was given to me<br>That I bore the branch away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now let Manus Joyce, my friend<br>(If he be at all in the place),<br>Make smooth the boards of the coffin<br>They will put above my face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old men will have their stories<br>Of all the deeds in my days,<br>And the young men will stand by the coffin,<br>And be sure and clear in my praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the girls will stay near the door,<br>And they'll have but little to say:<br>They'll bend their heads, the young girls,<br>And for a while they will pray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, going home in the dawning,<br>They'll be quiet with the boys;<br>The girls will walk together,<br>And seldom they'll lift the voice;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then, between daybreak and dark,<br>And between the hill and the sea,<br>Three women, come down from the mountain,<br>Will raise the keen over me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But 'tis my grief that I will not hear<br>When the cuckoo cries in Glenart,<br>That the wind that lifts when the sails are loosed,<br>Will never lift my heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Padraic+Colum">Padraic Colum</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476257" data-title="A Connachtman de Padraic Colum" data-description="IT'S my fear that my wake won't be quiet, Nor my wake house a silent place : For who would keep back the hundreds Who would touch my breast and my face? For the good men were always my friends, From Galway back into Clare; In strength, in sport, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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