Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

Of a Greek Poem

Crave no more that antique rapture
Now in alien song to reach:
Here uncouth you cannot capture
Gracious truth of Attic speech.

Utterly the flowers perish,
Grace of Athens, Rome's renown,
Giving but a dream to cherish
Tangled in a laurel crown.

I that splendour far pursuing
Left unlit the lamps of home,
And upon my quest went ruing
That I found not Greece or Rome.

1. The Stars Stand up in the Air
2. Of the Man of My First Play
3. To a Wise Man
4. Cormac Óg
5. Quando Ver Venit Meum?

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