Francis Ledwidge (Фрэнсис Ледвидж)

With Flowers

These have more language than my song,
Take them and let them speak for me.
I whispered them a secret thing
Down the green lanes of Allary.

You shall remember quiet ways
Watching them fade, and quiet eyes,
And two hearts given up to love,
A foolish and an overwise. 

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

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