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Poem by Thomas MacDonagh


The Philistine


I gave my poems to a man,
Who said that they were very great--
They showed just how my love began
And ended, but too intimate

To give to read to every one.
I took my book and left him there,
And went out where the sinking sun
Was calling stars into the air.

He thought that I had let them look
Privily in behind the bars,
Had sold my secret with a book--
I cursed him and I cursed the stars. 



Thomas MacDonagh


Thomas MacDonagh's other poems:
  1. My Love To-night
  2. The Seasons and the Leaves
  3. The Night Hunt
  4. To Eoghan
  5. Death in the Woods


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