Wedded 

Let you be king and me be queen,
    And take the muddy floor,
And dance as if our feet this night
    Had scaled some castle wall. 

And dance as if we two had fled
    From proud and crafty kindred,
Or as if here to-night our sleep
    An old man’s sleep had hindered.  

And we’ll not heed the broken delf,
    The cupboard bare, the dripping wall, 
And never grieve if here our sleep
    Disturbs no other’s sleep at all. 

And when the wind cries through the glen
    I’ll say, “The dogs are on our track,"
And when the broken hinges creak
    I’ll say, “A foot is on the path !" 

And you recount the toilsome sleep
    That Grania with her young man made,
And I can say , “Come closer, love, 
    What need have we to be afraid. 
 
The winds may find no resting-place,
    The birds no place to rest their side,
But we are safe in night and storm,
    And none shall reach us where we hide."
 
And we’ll not heed the broken delf,
    The cupboard bare, the dripping wall,
Nor grieve that we to-night will break
    The sleep of none at all.



Source: O'Connor, Frank; Three Old Brothers and Other Poems; 1936;
London; Thomas Nelson & Sons Ltd.; p.19