Padraic Colum (1881–1972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922.By Alfred Percival Graves
25. The Song of the Ghost
A light came streaming beneath her bower,
A heavy foot at her door delayed,
A heavy hand on the latch was laid.
Unbid to enter my maiden bower?”
“Dear Pastheen, open the door to me,
And your true lover you’ll surely see.”
Lives exiled over the angry wave.”
“Your true love’s body lies on the bier,
His faithful spirit is with you here.”
Your speech is fearful. your voice is gray;
And sad and sunken your eye of blue,
But Patrick, Patrick, alas ’tis you.”
The two cocks shaking their wings to crow.
“O hush you, hush you, both red and gray,
Or you will hurry my love away.”
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.”
A light went streaming from out her bower,
And on the morrow when they awoke,
They knew that sorrow her heart had broke.