"What is it beyont that ye're watchin', Paudeen, An' thrushes a waitin' 'way down the boreen?" "Jist the ribbons above av the rainbow ye see! I'm wantin' to steal from a ribbon up there— I'd tie it, I'm thinkin', aroun' yer goold hair,— For God's bindin' is best, my wee Grania Magee!— An' rosiest ribbons the angels e'er seen, Ay, archin' aroun' to yer own Aughareen, They'd be sparin' an' welcome for Grania @3machree@1 "But troth, an' they'd wonder our aimin' so high!" "I'd tell them the goold was a wee bit av sky, Och! afeared they'd come covetin' — Grania Magee!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PENNIWIT, THE ARTIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE MAN HE KILLED by THOMAS HARDY IMITATIONS OF HORACE: ODE IV, 1 by ALEXANDER POPE PRINCETON by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN A SUMMER NIGHT by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS CHILDHOOD by JENS IMMANUEL BAGGESEN SIR RUPERT THE FEARLESS; A LEGEND OF GERMANY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |