Francis Ledwidge Poems
- Fairies Maiden-poet, come with me To the heaped up cairn of ...
- Soliloquy When I was young I had a care Lest I should cheat...
- Behind The Closed Eye I walk the old frequented ways That ...
- A Little Boy In The Morning He will not come, and still I ...
- My Mother God made my mother on an April day, From sorrow ...
- Lament For The Poets: 1916 I heard the Poor Old Woman ...
- A Rainy Day In April When the clouds shake their hyssops, and...
Francis Edward Ledwidge was an Irish war poet from County Meath. Sometimes known as the "poet of the blackbirds", he was killed in action at the Battle of Passchendaele during World War I.
Ledwidge was born at Janeville, Slane, in Ireland, the eighth of nine children in a poverty-stricken family. His parents, Patrick Ledwidge (the Ledwidge family, from Shropshire, was granted land in Meath after the Norman invasion) and wife Anne Lynch (1853–1926), believed in giving their children the best education they could afford. But when Francis was only five his father Patrick died prematurely, which forced his wife and the children out to work at an early ... more »
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Maiden-poet, come with me
To the heaped up cairn of Maeve,
And there we'll dance a fairy dance
Upon a fairy's grave.
In and out among the trees,
Filling all the night with sound,
The morning, strung upon her star,
Shall chase us round and round.
What are we but fairies too,
Living but in dreams alone,
Or, at the most, but children still,
Innocent and overgrown ?