Poem by Thomas MacDonagh

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I heard a music sweet to-day,
    A simple olden tune,
And thought of yellow leaves of May
    And bursting buds of June,
Of dewdrops sparkling on a spray
    Until the thirst of noon.

A golden primrose in the rain
    Out of the green did grow--
Ah! sweet of life in Winter's wane
    When airs of April blow!--
Then drifted with the changing strain
    Into a dream of snow.

1. Averil
2. In Dread
3. The Song of Joy
4. In an Island
5. The Poet Saint

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