There's a lonesome, rugged road, An' it leads to Currasheen; Brown bogs lies close along it, An' there's ne'er a patch av green. But och the sun kep' smilin', On the way to Currasheen; An' ev'ry bog was beamin' Wid the love av my Paudeen! Bewhiles when I be thinkin' Av thon road to Currasheen, The Goolden Gates come nearer, An' I seems to see Paudeen!— Tho' there's star-ways all through Heav'n Lightin' smooth wee paths between, We'll search in troth for lone bogs Like what led to Currasheen! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COMPLAINT OF CHAUCER TO HIS EMPTY PURSE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER CELIA'S HOMECOMING by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON JOHN UNDERHILL by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE SULTANA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE: PART 2 by ROBERT BROWNING FOUR EPISTLES: MIRACLE AT THE FEAST OF PENTECOST: 2 by JOHN BYROM ON THE MEANING OF ST. PAUL'S EXPRESSION OF SPEAKING WITH TONGUES by JOHN BYROM |