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Poem by Thomas MacDonagh

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The stars up in the air,
The sun and the moon are gone,
The strand of its waters is bare.
And her sway is swept from the swan.

The cuckoo was calling all day,
Hid in the branches above,
How my stóirín is fled away,
'Tis my grief that I gave her my love.

Three things through love I see--
Sorrow and sin and death--
And my mind reminding me
That this doom I breathe with my breath.

But sweeter than violin or lute
Is my love--and she left me behind.
I wish that all music were mute,
And I to all beauty were blind.

She's more shapely than swan by the strand,
She's more radiant than grass after dew,
She's more fair than the stars where they stand--
'Tis my grief that her ever I knew!

Thomas MacDonagh

Thomas MacDonagh's other poems:
  1. Barbara: Born 24th March, 1915
  2. I Heard a Music Sweet To-day
  3. To a Wise Man
  4. A Song of Another. For Eoghan
  5. The Rain It Raineth

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