Poet
Francis Ledwidge
A Little Boy in the Morning
He will not come, and still I wait.
A Rainy Day in April
When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain
Behind the Closed Eye
I walk the old frequented ways
Lament for the Poets: 1916
I heard the Poor Old Woman say:
My Mother
God made my mother on an April day,
Soliloquy
When I was young I had a care
Spring and Autumn
Green ripples singing down the corn,
The Lost Ones
Somewhere is music from the linnets' bills,
The Shadow People
Old lame Bridget doesn't hear
The Wife of Llew
And Gwydion said to Math, when it was Spring:
Thomas McDonagh
He shall not hear the bittern cry
To One Dead
A blackbird singing
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