A Cradle Song

Padraic Colum

O men from the fields,
Come gently within.
Tread softly, softly
O men coming in!
Mavourneen is going
From me and from you,
Where Mary will fold him
With mantle of blue!
From reek of the smoke
And cold of the floor
And the peering of things
Across the half-door.
O men of the fields,
Soft, softly come thro'
Mary puts round him
Her mantle of blue.

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  • tanjagreathouse

    Just read this poem by Padraic Colum and it's really beautiful and soothing! the way he describes Mavourneen's journey and Mary's care makes me feel so peaceful. Gotta say, this just made my homework a bit more enjoyable tonight 🙂