Francis Ledwidge (Фрэнсис Ледвидж)

Spring and Autumn

Green ripples singing down the corn,
With blossoms dumb the path I tread,
And in the music of the morn
One with wild roses on her head.

Now the green ripples turn to gold
And all the paths are loud with rain,
I with desire am growing old
And full of winter pain. 

1. At Currabwee
2. To a Sparrow
3. After Court Martial
4. Behind the Closed Eye
5. The Lost Ones

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