Poem by William Allingham

Let Me Sing of What I Know

A wild west Coast, a little Town,
Where little Folk go up and down,
Tides flow and winds blow:
Night and Tempest and the Sea,
Human Will and Human Fate:
What is little, what is great?
Howsoe'er the answer be,
Let me sing of what I know. 

1. To the Castle of Donegal
2. Wayconnell Tower
3. The Emigrant’s Adieu to Ballyshannon
4. A Burial-place
5. In Highgate Cemetery

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