Francis Ledwidge (Фрэнсис Ледвидж)

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. Spring and Autumn
3. Old Clo
4. After Court Martial
5. Lament for Thomas Mcdonagh

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

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1882

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