Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

In Dread

All day in widowed loneliness and dread
    Haunted I went, fearing that all your love
Was dead, and all my joy, as sudden dead
    As once were sudden born our joy and love.

1. Of the Man of My First Play
2. The Stars Stand up in the Air
3. To a Wise Man
4. Dublin Tramcars
5. Cormac Óg

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