The Lanawn Shee (Francis Ledwidge Poems)
Powdered and perfumed the full beeWinged heavily across the clover,And where the hills were dim with dew,Purple and blue the ...
Powdered and perfumed the full beeWinged heavily across the clover,And where the hills were dim with dew,Purple and blue the ...
Every night at CurrabweeLittle men with leather hatsMend the boots of FaeryFrom the tough wings of the bats.So my mother ...
Hunger points a bony fingerTo the workhouse on the hill,But the little children lingerWhile there's flowers to gather stillFor my ...
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