Title:  The Land Of Heart’s Desire (Little Blue Book#335)

Author:  W.B.  Yeats

Release Date:  February 23, 2005 [EBook #15153]

Language:  English

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LITTLE BLUE BOOK NO. 335 Edited by E. Haldeman-Julius

The Land of
Heart’s Desire

W.B.  Yeats

HALDEMAN-JULIUS COMPANY GIRARD, KANSAS

PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

THE LAND OF HEART’S DESIRE

PERSONS

MAURTEEN Bruin. 
Shawn Bruin. 
Father Hart. 
Bridget Bruin. 
Maire Bruin. 
A faery child.

The scene is laid in the Barony of Kilmacowen in the county of Sligo, and the time is the end of Eighteenth Century.  The characters are supposed to speak in Gaelic.

THE LAND OF HEART’S DESIRE

The kitchen of MAURTEEN BRAIN’S house.  An open grate with a turf fire is at the left side of the room, with a table in front of it.  There is a door leading to the open air at the back, and another door a little to its left, leading into an inner room.  There is a window, a settle, and a large dresser on the right side of the room, and a great bowl of primroses on the sill of the window. MAURTEEN Bruin, father Hart; and Bridget Bruin are sitting at the table. Shawn Bruin is setting the table for supper. Maire Bruin sits on the settle reading a yellow manuscript.

BRIDGET BRUIN.

Because I bade her go and feed the calves,
She took that old book down out of the thatch
And has been doubled over it all day. 
We would be deafened by her groans and moans
Had she to work as some do, Father Hart,
Get up at dawn like me, and mend and scour;
Or ride abroad in the boisterous night like you,
The pyx and blessed bread under your arm.

Shawn Bruin.

You are too cross.

Bridget Bruin.

The young side with the young.

MAURTEEN Bruin.

She quarrels with my wife a bit at times,
And is too deep just now in the old book;
But do not blame her greatly; she will grow
As quiet as a puff-ball in a tree
When but the moons of marriage dawn and die
For half a score of times.