Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

Our Story

There was a young king who was sad,
And a young queen who was lonely:
They lived together their busy life,
Known to each other only,--

Known to each other with strange love,
But with sighs for the king's vain sorrow
And for the queen's vain loneliness
And vain forethought of the morrow.

After a barren while they died,
In death they were not parted:
Now in their grave perhaps they know
Why they were broken-hearted. 

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

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