I Heard A Music Sweet To-Day Poem by Thomas MacDonagh

I Heard A Music Sweet To-Day



I heard a music sweet to-day,
A simple olden tune,
And thought of yellow leaves of May
And bursting buds of June,
Of dewdrops sparkling on a spray
Until the thirst of noon.

A golden primrose in the rain
Out of the green did grow--
Ah! sweet of life in Winter's wane
When airs of April blow!--
Then drifted with the changing strain
Into a dream of snow.

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Thomas MacDonagh

Thomas MacDonagh

Cloughjordan / Ireland
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