Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

The Stars

In happy mood I love the hush
Of the lone creatures of God's hand,
But when I hate I want the rush
Of storms that trample sea and land.

The stars are out beyond the storms
Which are my kin, and they are cold
And critical, and creep in swarms
To guess what could be never told.

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

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