Francis Ledwidge (Фрэнсис Ледвидж)

Lady Fair

Lady fair, have we not met
In our lives elsewhere?
Darkling in my mind to-night
Faint fair faces dare
Memory's old unfaithfulness
To what was true and fair.
Long of memory is Regret,
But what Regret has taken flight
Through my memory's silences?
Lo! I turn it to the light.
'Twas but a pleasure in distress,
Too faint and far off for redress.
But some light glancing in your hair
And in the liquid of your eyes
Seem to murmur old good-byes
In our lives elsewhere.
Have we not met. Lady fair? 

1. Ceol Sidhe
2. After Court Martial
3. Una Bawn
4. The Lost Ones
5. Thoughts at the Trysting Stile

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