Pan By Francis Ledwidge

Pan He knows the safe ways and unsafe And he will lead the lambs to fold, Gathering them with his merry pipe, The gentle and…

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With Flowers By Francis Ledwidge

With Flowers These have more language than my song, Take them and let them speak for me. I whispered them a secret thing Down the…

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Lady Fair By Francis Ledwidge

Lady Fair Lady fair, have we not met In our lives elsewhere ? Darkling in my mind to-night Faint fair faces dare Memory’s old unfaithfulness…

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The Lost Ones By Francis Ledwidge

The Lost Ones Somewhere is music from the linnets’ bills, And thro’ the sunny flowers the bee-wings drone, And white bells of convolvulus on hills…

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A Rainy Day In April By Francis Ledwidge

A Rainy Day In April When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain Like holy water falls upon the plain, ‘Tis sweet to gaze…

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Soliloquy By Francis Ledwidge

Soliloquy When I was young I had a care Lest I should cheat me of my share Of that which makes it sweet to strive…

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To One Who Comes Now And Then By Francis Ledwidge

To One Who Comes Now And Then When you come in, it seems a brighter fire Crackles upon the hearth invitingly, The household routine which…

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Fairies By Francis Ledwidge

Fairies Maiden-poet, come with me To the heaped up cairn of Maeve, And there we’ll dance a fairy dance Upon a fairy’s grave. In and…

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The Lanawn Shee By Francis Ledwidge

The Lanawn Shee Powdered and perfumed the full bee Winged heavily across the clover, And where the hills were dim with dew, Purple and blue…

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At A Poet’s Grave By Francis Ledwidge

At A Poet’s Grave When I leave down this pipe my friend And sleep with flowers I loved, apart, My songs shall rise in wilding…

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Old Clo By Francis Ledwidge

Old Clo I was just coming in from the garden, Or about to go fishing for eels, And, smiling, I asked you to pardon My…

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To One Dead By Francis Ledwidge

To One Dead A blackbird singing On a moss-upholstered stone, Bluebells swinging, Shadows wildly blown, A song in the wood, A ship on the sea….

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Ceol Sidhe By Francis Ledwidge

Ceol Sidhe When May is here, and every morn Is dappled with pied bells, And dewdrops glance along the thorn And wings flash in the…

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The Find By Francis Ledwidge

The Find I took a reed and blew a tune, And sweet it was and very clear To be about a little thing That only…

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A Mother’s Song By Francis Ledwidge

A Mother’s Song Little ships of whitest pearl With sailors who were ancient kings, Come over the sea when my little girl Sings. And if…

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Lament For Thomas Mcdonagh By Francis Ledwidge

Lament For Thomas Mcdonagh He shall not hear the bittern cry In the wild sky, where he is lain, Nor voices of the sweeter birds,…

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Two Songs By Francis Ledwidge

Two Songs I will come no more awhile, Song-time is over. A fire is burning in my heart, I was ever a rover. You will…

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Behind The Closed Eye By Francis Ledwidge

Behind The Closed Eye I walk the old frequented ways That wind around the tangled braes, I live again the sunny days Ere I the…

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The Little Children By Francis Ledwidge

The Little Children Hunger points a bony finger To the workhouse on the hill, But the little children linger While there’s flowers to gather still…

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A Little Boy In The Morning By Francis Ledwidge

A Little Boy In The Morning He will not come, and still I wait. He whistles at another gate Where angels listen. Ah I know…

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My Mother By Francis Ledwidge

My Mother God made my mother on an April day, From sorrow and the mist along the sea, Lost birds’ and wanderers’ songs and ocean…

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To An Old Quill Of Lord Dunsany’s By Francis Ledwidge

To An Old Quill Of Lord Dunsany’s Before you leave my hands’ abuses To lie where many odd things meet you, Neglected darkling of the…

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Dawn By Francis Ledwidge

Dawn Quiet miles of golden sky, And in my heart a sudden flower. I want to clap my hands and cry For Beauty in her…

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The Rushes By Francis Ledwidge

The Rushes The rushes nod by the river As the winds on the loud waves go, And the things they nod of are many, For…

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Youth By Francis Ledwidge

Youth She paved the way with perfume sweet Of flowers that moved like winds alight, And never weary grew my feet Wandering through[the spring’s delight….

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Lament For The Poets 1916 By Francis Ledwidge

Lament For The Poets 1916 I heard the Poor Old Woman say: “At break of day the fowler came, And took my blackbirds from their…

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Una Bawn By Francis Ledwidge

Una Bawn Una Bawn, the days are long, And the seas I cross are wide, I must go when Ireland needs, And you must bide….

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Autumn By Francis Ledwidge

Autumn Now leafy winds are blowing cold, And South by West the sun goes down, A quiet huddles up the fold In sheltered corners of…

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Spring Love By Francis Ledwidge

Spring Love I saw her coming through the flowery grass, Round her swift ankles butterfly and bee Blent loud and silent wings ; I saw…

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A Fairy Hunt By Francis Ledwidge

A Fairy Hunt Who would hear the fairy horn Calling all the hounds of Finn Must be in a lark’s nest born When the moon…

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In A Cafe By Francis Ledwidge By Francis Ledwidge

In A Cafe Kiss the maid and pass her round, Lips like hers were made for many. Our loves are far from us to-night, But…

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The Wife Of Llew By Francis Ledwidge

The Wife Of Llew And Gwydion said to Math, when it was Spring: “Come now and let us make a wife for Llew.” And so…

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At Currabwee By Francis Ledwidge

At Currabwee Every night at Currabwee Little men with leather hats Mend the boots of Faery From the tough wings of the bats. So my…

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The Call To Ireland By Francis Ledwidge

The Call To Ireland We have fought so much for the nation In the tents we helped to divide; Shall the cause of our common…

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In France By Francis Ledwidge

In France THE silence of maternal hills Is round me in my evening dreams; And round me music-making rills And mingling waves of pastoral streams….

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Thoughts At The Trysting Stile By Francis Ledwidge

Thoughts At The Trysting Stile Come, May, and hang a white flag on each thorn, Make truce with earth and heaven; the April child Now…

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Ardan Mór By Francis Ledwidge

Ardan Mór AS I was climbing Ardan Mór From the shore of Sheelin lake, I met the herons coming down Before the water’s wake. And…

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The Dead Kings By Francis Ledwidge

The Dead Kings All the dead kings came to me At Rosnaree, where I was dreaming. A few stars glimmered through the morn, And down…

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June By Francis Ledwidge

June Broom out the floor now, lay the fender by, And plant this bee-sucked bough of woodbine there, And let the window down. The butterfly…

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The Sylph By Francis Ledwidge

The Sylph I saw you and I named a flower That lights with blue a woodland space, I named a bird of the red hour…

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After Court Martial By Francis Ledwidge

After Court Martial My mind is not my mind, therefore I take no heed of what men say, I lived ten thousand years before God…

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Spring By Francis Ledwidge

Spring Once more the lark with song and speed Cleaves through the dawn, his hurried bars^; Fall, like the flute of Ganymede Twirling and whistling…

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Ireland By Francis Ledwidge

Ireland I called you by sweet names by wood and linn, You answered not because my voice was new, And you were listening for the…

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The Shadow People By Francis Ledwidge

The Shadow People Old lame Bridget doesn’t hear Fairy music in the grass When the gloaming’s on the mere And the shadow people pass: Never…

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Aarstiderne By Francis Ledwidge

Aarstiderne Du aldrig vil elske? Til Stella jeg taled, en Morgen i Vaar, da jeg hos hende sad, mens Solen steeg over Hækken og maled…

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Spring And Autumn By Francis Ledwidge

Spring And Autumn Green ripples singing down the corn, With blossoms dumb the path I tread, And in the music of the morn One with…

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Had I A Golden Pound (After The Irish) By Francis Ledwidge

Had I A Golden Pound (After The Irish) Had I a golden pound to spend, My love should mend and sew no more. And I…

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To A Sparrow By Francis Ledwidge

To A Sparrow Because you have no fear to mingle Wings with those of greater part, So like me, with song I single Your sweet…

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A Soldier’s Grave By Francis Ledwidge

A Soldier’s Grave Then in the lull of midnight, gentle arms Lifted him slowly down the slopes of death Lest he should hear again the…

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