Saoire Fhada/ The Long Vacation

Saoire Fhada Beidh siad ag filleadh ón scoil gan mhoill. Líonfar an tigh le spórt is greann, Ó mhaidin go hoíche beidh cipeadraíl – Is le hóg-mhacaoimh beidh na bóithre teann. Seo é an t-am – níl siad tagtha fós; Seasann máithreacha sa tairseach go fann; Is seasfaidh i bhfad eile gan aon agó. Níl rian den bhaicle aerach ann. Chomh trom le luaidhe a gcosa, is domhain a luí. Na máithreacha ag faire an bhóthair go fuineadh gréin’; Ní fhillfidh na gearrcaigh abhaile ainneoin a nguí; Bóithre na cruinne – na flaithis is críoch leo go léir.

The Long Vacation Katharine Tynan This is the time the boys come home from school. Filling the house with gay and happy noise, Never at rest from morn till evening cool – All the roads of the world bring home the boys. This is the time – but still they are not come; The mothers stand in the doorway listening long; Long, long they shall wait ere the boys come home. Where do they tarry, the dear, the light-heart throng? Their feet are heavy as lead and deep their rest. The mothers watch the road till set of sun; But nevermore the birds fly back to the nest. The roads of the world run Heavenward every one.