The Land Of Heart’s Desire (PDF, MOBI, EPUB, FB2, TEXT)

hite hands and at her pretty dress. I've brought you some new milk, but wait a while And I will put it to the fire to warm, For things well fitted for poor folk like us Would never please a high-born child like you. THE CHILD. From dawn, when you must blow the fire ablaze, You work your fingers to the bone, old mother. The young may lie in bed and dream and hope, But you must work your fingers to the bone Because your heart is old. BRIDGET. The young are idle. THE CHILD. Your memories have made you wise, old father; The young must sigh through many a dream and hope, But you are wise because your heart is old. (BRIDGET gives her more bread and honey.) MAURTEEN. O, who would think to find so young a girl Loving old age and wisdom? THE CHILD. No more, mother. MAURTEEN. What a small bite! The milk is ready now. (Hands it to her.) What a small sip! THE CHILD. Put on my shoes, old mother. Now I would like to dance now I have eaten, The reeds are