Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

Uber Allen Gipfellen Ist Ruh

Over all the mountains is rest;
In all the tree tops the faint west
Scarce stirs a bough.
The nestlings hush their song.
Wait awhile -- ere long
Rest too shalt thou. 

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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