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

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