Poems by Francis Ledwidge
Dawn
... And in my heart nigh fully blown, ...
At A Poet's Grave
... And here where that sweet poet sleeps ...
A Little Boy in the Morning
... And from their nest-sills finches whistle ...
To An Old Quill Of Lord Dunsany's
... the soul you Sigh with craves nor begs of us ...
To One Dead
... On a moss-upholstered stone, ...
The Shadow People
... Where the clover globes are sweet ...
In A Cafe
... Their hearts at peace, their God above them ...
The Lanawn Shee
... Sweet wine from berries bruised they brought ...
My Mother
... Lost birds' and wanderers' songs and ocean spray, ...
Behind the Closed Eye
... With its whitewashed walls and roofs of brown ...
Spring Love
... Then came the swallow crowding up the dawn, ...
A Soldier's Grave
... So, Spring shall come and leave it seet arrayed, ...
Had I A Golden Pound (After The Irish)
... With birds in flight and flowers in bloom, ...
To A Sparrow
... But for all your faults I love you, ...
To One Who Comes Now And Then
... The household routine which was wont to tire&emsp ...
