Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

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I heard a music sweet to-day,
    A simple olden tune,
And thought of yellow leaves of May
    And bursting buds of June,
Of dewdrops sparkling on a spray
    Until the thirst of noon.

A golden primrose in the rain
    Out of the green did grow--
Ah! sweet of life in Winter's wane
    When airs of April blow!--
Then drifted with the changing strain
    Into a dream of snow.

1. Dublin Tramcars
2. The Stars Stand up in the Air
3. Averil
4. The Philistine
5. Of the Man of My First Play

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