Here you will find the Poem Across The Door of poet Padraic Colum
THE fiddles were playing and playing, The couples were out on the floor; From converse and dancing he drew me, And across the door. Ah! strange were the dim, wide meadows, And strange was the cloud-strewn sky, And strange in the meadows the corncrakes, And they making cry! The hawthorn bloom was by us, Around us the breath of the south White hawthorn, strange in the night-time His kiss on my mouth!
