At A Poet’s Grave (Francis Ledwidge Poems)
When I leave down this pipe my friendAnd sleep with flowers I loved, apart,My songs shall rise in wilding thingsWhose ...
When I leave down this pipe my friendAnd sleep with flowers I loved, apart,My songs shall rise in wilding thingsWhose ...
Powdered and perfumed the full beeWinged heavily across the clover,And where the hills were dim with dew,Purple and blue the ...
When you come in, it seems a brighter fireCrackles upon the hearth invitingly,The household routine which was wont to tire ...
Somewhere is music from the linnets' bills, And thro' the sunny flowers the bee-wings drone, And white bells of convolvulus ...
And Gwydion said to Math, when it was Spring: "Come now and let us make a wife for Llew." And ...
She paved the way with perfume sweetOf flowers that moved like winds alight,And never weary grew my feetWandering through[the spring's ...
I saw you and I named a flowerThat lights with blue a woodland space,I named a bird of the red ...
Quiet miles of golden sky,And in my heart a sudden flower.I want to clap my hands and cryFor Beauty in ...
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