Francis Ledwidge

(19 August 1887 – 31 July 1917 / Janeville, Slane)

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.

Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010

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