Poem by Patrick Kavanagh

A Star

Beauty was that
Far vanished flame,
Call it a star
Wanting better name.

And gaze and gaze
Vaguely until
Nothing is left
Save a grey ghost-hill.

Here wait I
On the world's rim
Stretching out hands
To Seraphim. 

1. Wet Evening in April
2. On Raglan Road
3. Advent
4. Memory of My Father
5. Stony Grey Soil

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