Francis Ledwidge

Pan By Francis Ledwidge

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 the overbold. He counts them over one by one, And leads them back by cliff and steep, To grassy hills where dawn is wide, And they may run and skip and leap. And just because ... »

With Flowers By Francis Ledwidge

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 green lanes of Allary. You shall remember quiet ways Watching them fade, and quiet eyes, And two hearts given up to love, A foolish and an overwise. Hits: 6 »

Lady Fair By Francis Ledwidge

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 To what was true and fair. Long of memory is Regret, But what Regret has taken flight Through my memory’s silences ? Lo ! I turn it to the light. &... »

The Lost Ones By Francis Ledwidge

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 Of quiet May make silent ringing, blown Hither and thither by the wind of showers, And somewhere all the wandering birds have flown; And the ... »

A Rainy Day In April By Francis Ledwidge

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 upon the springing grain And see your harvest born. And sweet the little breeze of melody The blackbord puffs upon teh budding tree, While the wild poppy lights upon ... »

Soliloquy By Francis Ledwidge

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 For life, and dying still survive, A name in sunshine written higher Than lark or poet dare aspire. But I grew weary doing well. Besides, ’twas sweeter in that hell, Down with the ... »

To One Who Comes Now And Then By Francis Ledwidge

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 was wont to tire , Grows full of novelty. You sit upon our home-upholstered chair And talk of matters wonderful and strange, Of books, and travel, customs old whi... »

Fairies By Francis Ledwidge

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 out among the trees, Filling all the night with sound, The morning, strung upon her star, Shall chase us round and round. What are we but fairies too, Livin... »

The Lanawn Shee By Francis Ledwidge

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 the west leaned over. A willow spray dipped in the stream, Moving a gleam of silver ringing, And by a finny creek a maid Filled all the shade with softest singi... »

At A Poet’s Grave By Francis Ledwidge

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 things Whose roots are in my heart. And here where that sweet poet sleeps I hear the songs he left unsung, When winds are fluttering the flowers And summer-bells are ru... »

Old Clo By Francis Ledwidge

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 boots very low at the heels. And I thought that you never would go, As you stood in the doorway ajar, For my heart would keep saying, ‘Old Clo’, You’re found out at... »

To One Dead By Francis Ledwidge

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. The song was for you and the ship was for me. A blackbird singing I hear in my troubled mind, Bluebells swinging, I see in a distant wind. But sorrow and sile... »

Ceol Sidhe By Francis Ledwidge

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 dells, I take my pipe and play a tune Of dreams, a whispered melody, For feet that dance beneath the moon In fairy jollity. And when the pastoral hills are grey And the ... »

The Find By Francis Ledwidge

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 few hold dear. Three times the cuckoo named himself, But nothing heard him on the hill, Where I was piping like an elf The air was very still. ‘Twas all about a little thing I made a my... »

A Mother’s Song By Francis Ledwidge

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 my little girl should weep, Little ships with torn sails Go headlong down among the deep Whales. Hits: 2 »

Lament For Thomas Mcdonagh By Francis Ledwidge

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, Above the wailing of the rain. Nor shall he know when loud March blows Thro’ slanting snows her fanfare shrill, Blowing to flame the golden cup Of many an upset daff... »

Two Songs By Francis Ledwidge

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 hear me no more awhile, The birds are dumb, And a voice in the distance calls ‘ Come,’ and ‘ Come.’ Hits: 2 »

Behind The Closed Eye By Francis Ledwidge

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 city knew. And scenes of old again are born, The woodbine lassoing the thorn, And drooping Ruth-like in the corn The poppies weep the dew. Above me in their hundred schools ... »

The Little Children By Francis Ledwidge

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 For my sunny window sill. In my hands I take their faces, Smiling to my smiles they run. Would that I could take their places Where the murky bye-w... »

A Little Boy In The Morning By Francis Ledwidge

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 He will not come, yet if I go How shall I know he did not pass barefooted in the flowery grass? The moon leans on one silver horn Above the silhouettes of morn, And from their n... »

My Mother By Francis Ledwidge

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 spray, And the moon loved her wandering jealously. Beside the ocean’s din she combed her hair, Singing the nocturne of the passing ships, Before her eart... »

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

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 Muses, I, the last of singers, greet you. Snug in some white wing they found you, On the Common bleak and muddy, Noisy goslings gobbling round you . In the... »

Dawn By Francis Ledwidge

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 secret bower. Quiet golden miles of dawn— Smiling all the East along ; And in my heart nigh fully blown, A little rose-bud of a song. Hits: 7 »

The Rushes By Francis Ledwidge

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 it’s many the secret they know. And I think they are wise as the fairies Who lived ere the hills were high, They nod so grave by the river To everyone passing by. If they would te... »

Youth By Francis Ledwidge

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. She dropped her sweet fife to her lips And lured me with her melodies, To where the great big wandering ships Put out into the peaceful seas.... »

Lament For The Poets 1916 By Francis Ledwidge

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 songs Who loved me well thro’ shame and blame No more from lovely distances Their songs shall bless me mile by mile, Nor to white Ashbourne call me down To wear m... »

Una Bawn By Francis Ledwidge

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. And should I not return to you When the sails are on the tide, ‘Tis you will find the days so long, Una Bawn, and I must bide. Hits: 7 »

Autumn By Francis Ledwidge

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 the brown. Like scattered fire the wild fruit strews The ground beneath the blowing tree, And there the busy squirrel hews His deep and secret granary. And when the night... »

Spring Love By Francis Ledwidge

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 her pass Where foam-bows shivered on the sunny sea. Then came the swallow crowding up the dawn, And cuckoo-echoes filled the dewy South. I left my love upon the hill, ... »

A Fairy Hunt By Francis Ledwidge

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 is very thin. I who have the gift can hear Hounds and horn and tally ho, And the tongue of Bran as clear As Christmas bells across the snow. And beside my secret place Hurries ... »

In A Cafe By Francis Ledwidge By Francis Ledwidge

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 these red lips are sweet as any. Let no empty glass be seen Aloof from our good table’s sparkle, At the acme of our cheer Here are francs to keep the circle. They are far who ... »

The Wife Of Llew By Francis Ledwidge

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 they broke broad boughs yet moist with dew, And in a shadow made a magic ring: They took the violet and the meadow-sweet To form her pretty face, and for her feet They built ... »

At Currabwee By Francis Ledwidge

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 mother told to me, And she is wise you will agree. . Louder than a cricket’s wing All night long their hammer’s glee Times the merry songs they sing Of Irela... »

The Call To Ireland By Francis Ledwidge

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 fathers On our earthstones lie denied? For the price of a field we have wrangled While the weather rusted the plow, ‘ twas yours and ’twas mine and ’tis ours ye... »

In France By Francis Ledwidge

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. Whatever way I turn I find The path is old unto me still. The hills of home are in my mind, And there I wander as I will. Hits: 2 »

Thoughts At The Trysting Stile By Francis Ledwidge

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 hides her sulky face deep in the morn Of your new flowers by the water wild And in the ripples of the rising grass, And rushes bent to let the south wind pass On with ... »

Ardan Mór By Francis Ledwidge

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 they were talking in their flight Of dreamy ways the herons go When all the hills are withered up Nor any waters flow. Hits: 2 »

The Dead Kings By Francis Ledwidge

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 the thorn the dews were streaming. And every dead king had a story Of ancient glory, sweetly told. It was too early for the lark, But the starry dark had tints of gold. I ... »

June By Francis Ledwidge

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 Floats in upon the sunbeam, and the fair Tanned face of June, the nomad gipsy, laughs Above her widespread wares, the while she tells The farmers’ fortunes... »

The Sylph By Francis Ledwidge

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 And a hidden fairy place. And then I saw you not, and knew Dead leaves were whirling down the mist, And something lost was crying through – An evening of amethyst. Hits: 4 »

After Court Martial By Francis Ledwidge

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 cursed the town of Nineveh. The Present is a dream I see Of horror and loud sufferings, At dawn a bird will waken me Unto my place among the kings. And though men called me a v... »

Spring By Francis Ledwidge

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 from the stars. The primrose and the daffodil Surprise the valleys, and wild thyme Is sweet on every little hill, When lambs come down at folding time. I... »

Ireland By Francis Ledwidge

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 hounds of Finn And the long hosts of Lugh. And so, I came unto a windy height And cried my sorrow, but you heard no wind, For you were listening to small ships in flight, A... »

The Shadow People By Francis Ledwidge

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 hears their slow grey feet Coming from the village street Just beyond the parson’s wall, Where the clover globes are sweet And the mushroomR... »

Aarstiderne By Francis Ledwidge

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 med Purpur i Duggen hvert skielvende Blad. Nei, svared hun, aldrig! Thi Elskov er Tant. Som Duggen, som Morgenens Purpur den svinder; og naar den er svundet den sörgli... »

Spring And Autumn By Francis Ledwidge

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 wild roses on her head. Now the green ripples turn to gold And all the paths are loud with rain, I with desire am growing old And full of winter pain. Hits: 2 »

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

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 would buy her a little quern, Easy to turn on the kitchen floor. And for her windows curtains white, With birds in flight and flowers in bloom, To face with pride the road to town, And me... »

To A Sparrow By Francis Ledwidge

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 impudence of heart. And when prouder feathers go where Summer holds her leafy show, You still come to us from nowhere Like grey leaves across the snow. In back ways where odd a... »

A Soldier’s Grave By Francis Ledwidge

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 mad alarms Of battle, dying moans, and painful breath. And where the earth was soft for flowers we made A grave for him that he might better rest. So, Spring sha... »