Poems by Francis Ledwidge
A Rainy Day in April
... The skylark soars the freshening shower to hail, ...
Fairies
... Or, at the most, but children still, ...
Pan
... And leads them back by cliff and steep, ...
Ceol Sidhe
... And when the pastoral hills are grey ...
In France
... And mingling waves of pastoral streams ...
The Rushes
... And I think they are wise as the fairies ...
A Fairy Hunt
... As Christmas bells across the snow ...
The Lost Ones
... And the brown breath of Autumn chills the flowers ...
Autumn
... Like scattered fire the wild fruit strews ...
Spring
... Cleaves through the dawn, his hurried bars^ ...
With Flowers
... These have more language than my song, ...
Una Bawn
... 'Tis you will find the days so long, ...
Thomas McDonagh
... Nor shall he know when loud March blows ...
Two Songs
... And a voice in the distance calls ...
June
... ather in the snow,Even the roses spilt on youth's red mouthWill soon blow down the road all roses go ...
