Francis Ledwidge (Фрэнсис Ледвидж)

In France

THE silence of maternal hills
Is round me in my evening dreams;
And round me music-making rills
And mingling waves of pastoral streams.

Whatever way I turn I find
The path is old unto me still.
The hills of home are in my mind,
And there I wander as I will. 

1. Pan
2. A Little Boy In The Morning
3. Una Bawn
4. A Fairy Hunt
5. The Call To Ireland

Bryan Procter (Брайан Проктер) In France ("The poplars in the fields of France")

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