On Raglan Road (Patrick Kavanagh Poems)
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knewThat her dark hair would weave a snare ...
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knewThat her dark hair would weave a snare ...
I do not think of you lying in the wet clay Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see You walking down ...
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