The Song of the Ghost WHEN all were dreaming but Pastheen Power, A light came streaming beneath her bower, A heavy foot at her door, delayed, A heavy hand on the latch was laid. "Now who dare venture at this dark hour, "My own true lover, so tall and brave, "His look was cheerful, his voice was gay: Ere dawn was breaking she heard below "O hush your crowing both gray and red Or he'll be going to join the dead; O cease from calling his ghost to the mould, And I'll come crowning your combs with gold." When all were dreaming but Pastheen Power, Lullaby SOFTLY now the burn is rushing, Trotting home, my dearie, dearie, Leanbhain O, Leanbhain O! The hens to roost wee Nora's shooing, SEUMAS MACMANUS. I Lie Down With God ILIE down with God, and may God lie down with me; The right hand of God under my head, The two hands of Mary round about me, The cross of the nine white angels, From the back of my head To the sole of my feet. May I not lie with evil, And may evil not lie with me. Anna, mother of Mary, Mary, mother of Christ, Elizabeth, mother of John Baptist, To keep the couch free from sickness. Be between me and the heavy-lying And any other thing that seeks my harm. With the will of God and the aid of the glorious Virgin. *The nightmare. Translated by ELEANOR HULL. |