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Lady Fair

Lady fair, have we not met

In our lives elsewhere ?

Darkling in my mind to-night

Faint fair faces dare

Memory's old unfaithfulness

To what was true and fair.

Long of memory is Regret,

But what Regret has taken flight

by Francis Ledwidge

Ceol Sidhe

When May is here, and every morn

Is dappled with pied bells,

And dewdrops glance along the thorn

And wings flash in the dells,

I take my pipe and play a tune

Of dreams, a whispered melody,

For feet that dance beneath the moon

In fairy jollity.

by Francis Ledwidge

At A Poet's Grave

When I leave down this pipe my friend

And sleep with flowers I loved, apart,

My songs shall rise in wilding things

Whose roots are in my heart.

And here where that sweet poet sleeps

I hear the songs he left unsung,

When winds are fluttering the flowers

And summer-bells are rung.

by Francis Ledwidge

Una Bawn

Una Bawn, the days are long,

And the seas I cross are wide,

I must go when Ireland needs,

And you must bide.

And should I not return to you

When the sails are on the tide,

'Tis you will find the days so long,

Una Bawn, and I must bide.

by Francis Ledwidge

Spring

Once more the lark with song and speed

Cleaves through the dawn, his hurried bars^;

Fall, like the flute of Ganymede

Twirling and whistling from the stars.

The primrose and the daffodil

Surprise the valleys, and wild thyme

Is sweet on every little hill,

When lambs come down at folding time.

by Francis Ledwidge

The Lanawn Shee

Powdered and perfumed the full bee

Winged heavily across the clover,

And where the hills were dim with dew,

Purple and blue the west leaned over.

A willow spray dipped in the stream,

Moving a gleam of silver ringing,

And by a finny creek a maid

Filled all the shade with softest singing.

by Francis Ledwidge

Two Songs

I will come no more awhile,

Song-time is over.

A fire is burning in my heart,

I was ever a rover.

You will hear me no more awhile,

The birds are dumb,

And a voice in the distance calls

" Come," and " Come."

by Francis Ledwidge

After Court Martial

My mind is not my mind, therefore

I take no heed of what men say,

I lived ten thousand years before

God cursed the town of Nineveh.

The Present is a dream I see

Of horror and loud sufferings,

At dawn a bird will waken me

Unto my place among the kings.

by Francis Ledwidge

A Fairy Hunt

Who would hear the fairy horn

Calling all the hounds of Finn

Must be in a lark's nest born

When the moon is very thin.

I who have the gift can hear

Hounds and horn and tally ho,

And the tongue of Bran as clear

As Christmas bells across the snow.

by Francis Ledwidge

Had I A Golden Pound (After The Irish)

Had I a golden pound to spend,

My love should mend and sew no more.

And I would buy her a little quern,

Easy to turn on the kitchen floor.

And for her windows curtains white,

With birds in flight and flowers in bloom,

To face with pride the road to town,

And mellow down her sunlit room.

by Francis Ledwidge

Spring Love

I saw her coming through the flowery grass,

Round her swift ankles butterfly and bee

Blent loud and silent wings ; I saw her pass

Where foam-bows shivered on the sunny sea.

Then came the swallow crowding up the dawn,

And cuckoo-echoes filled the dewy South.

I left my love upon the hill, alone,

My last kiss burning on her lovely mouth.

by Francis Ledwidge

Ireland

I called you by sweet names by wood and linn,

You answered not because my voice was new,

And you were listening for the hounds of Finn

And the long hosts of Lugh.

And so, I came unto a windy height

And cried my sorrow, but you heard no wind,

For you were listening to small ships in flight,

And the wail on hills behind.

by Francis Ledwidge