Here you will find the Poem The Coolun of poet James Stephens
Come with me, under my coat, And we will drink our fill Of the milk of the white goat, Or wine, if it be thy will; And we will talk until Talk is a truble, too, Out in the side of the hill, And nothing is left to do, But an eye to look into an eye And a hand in a hand to slip, And a sigh to answer a sigh, And a lip to find out a lip: What if the night be black And the air on the mountain chill, Where the goat lies down in her track And all but the fern is still! Stay with me under my coat, And we will drink our fill Of the milk of the white goat Out on the side of the hill.
