The Land of Heart's Desire by W. B. (William Butler) Yeats
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If you've the branch of blessed quicken wood
That women hang upon the post of the door That they may send good luck into the house? Remember they may steal new-married brides After the fall of twilight on May Eve, Or what old women mutter at the fire Is but a pack of lies. FATHER HART. It may be truth We do not know the limit of those powers God has permitted to the evil spirits For some mysterious end. You have done right. (to MARY); It's well to keep old innocent customs up. (MARY BRUIN has taken a bough of quicken wood from a seat and hung it on a nail in the doorpost. A girl child strangely dressed, perhaps in faery green, comes out of the wood and takes it away.) MARY. I had no sooner hung it on the nail Before a child ran up out of the wind; She has caught it in her hand and fondled it; Her face is pale as water before dawn. FATHER HART. Whose child can this be? MAURTEEN. No one's child at all. |
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