Poem by Thomas MacDonagh

At Dawn

Lo! 'tis the lark
Out in the sweet of the dawn!
Springing up from the dew of the lawn,
Singing over the gurth and the park!--
O Dawn, red rose to change my life's grey story!
O Song, mute lips burning to lyric glory!
O Joy!  Joy of the lark,
Over the dewy lawn,
Over the gurth and the park,
In the sweet of the dawn!

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

Edward Sill At Dawn ("I LAY awake and listened, ere the light")

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