Poems by Francis Ledwidge
The Dead Kings
... " And one said : " Since the poets perished ...
Youth
... But when the year grew chill and brown, ...
The Sylph
... Dead leaves were whirling down the mist, ...
At Currabwee
... So Pearse said, and he knew the truth, ...
Soliloquy
... Who robbed the orchards, climbed the steeple ...
The Find
... Three times the cuckoo named himself, ...
Ireland
... For you were listening to small ships in flight, ...
Lady Fair
... But some light glancing in your hair ...
A Mother's Song
... Sings. And if my little girl should weep, ...
Old Clo'
... Ah ( but I was nearer the gods when " Old Clo' ...
The Little Children
... Would that I could take their places ...
Lament for the Poets: 1916
... Shall there come blackbirds loud with love, ...
The Wife of Llew
... " And so they broke broad boughs yet moist with dew, ...
Spring and Autumn
... And all the paths are loud with rain, ...
After Court Martial
... And though men called me a vile name, ...
