Poem by Francis Ledwidge

In France

THE silence of maternal hills
Is round me in my evening dreams;
And round me music-making rills
And mingling waves of pastoral streams.

Whatever way I turn I find
The path is old unto me still.
The hills of home are in my mind,
And there I wander as I will. 

1. The Dead Kings
2. A Little Boy in the Morning
3. Ceol Sidhe
4. Old Clo
5. After Court Martial

Bryan Procter In France ("The poplars in the fields of France")

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