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, …

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 …

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 …

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’ …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …