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Poem by Thomas MacDonagh

May Day

I wish I were to-day on the hill behind the wood,--
My eyes on the brown bog there and the Shannon river,--
Behind the wood at home, a quickened solitude
When the winds from Slieve Bloom set the branches there a-quiver.

The winds are there now and the green of May
On every feathery tree-bough, tender on every hedge:
Over the bog-fields there larks carol to-day,
And a cuckoo is mocking them out of the woodland's edge.

Here a country warmth is quiet on the rocks
That alone make never a change when the May is duly come;
Here sings no lark, and to-day no cuckoo mocks:
Over the wide hill a hawk floats, and the leaves are dumb. 

Thomas MacDonagh

Thomas MacDonagh's other poems:
  1. Uber Allen Gipfellen Ist Ruh
  2. The Philistine
  3. Death in the Woods
  4. A Season Of Repose
  5. To Eoghan

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