Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume III. Sorrow and Consolation. 1904. | | | | II. Parting and Absence | | Thinkin’ Long | | Anna MacManus (Ethna Carbery) (1866–1902) |
| | | OH thinkin’ long ’s the weary work! | |
| It breaks my heart from dawn | |
| Till all the wee, wee, friendly stars | |
| Come out at dayli’gone. | |
| An’ thinkin’ long ’s the weary work, | 5 |
| When I must spin and spin, | |
| To drive the fearsome fancies out, | |
| An’ hold the hopeful in! | |
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| Ah, sure my lad is far away! | |
| My lad who left our glen | 10 |
| When from the soul of Ireland came | |
| A call for fightin’ men; | |
| I miss his gray eyes glancin’ bright, | |
| I miss his liltin’ song, | |
| And that is why, the lonesome day, | 15 |
| I ’m always thinkin’ long. | |
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| May God’s kind angels guard him | |
| When the fray is fierce and grim, | |
| And blunt the point of every sword | |
| That turns its hate on him, | 20 |
| Where round the torn yet dear green flag | |
| The brave and lovin’ throng— | |
| But the lasses of Glenwherry smile | |
| At me for thinkin’ long. | | | | |
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