Inscriptions : Iv. Poem by Thomas MacDonagh

Inscriptions : Iv.



My poet yearns and shudders with desire
To bring to speech your music's intense thought:
It is music all, yet he in ice and fire
Excruciates till it to words is wrought.

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Thomas MacDonagh

Thomas MacDonagh

Cloughjordan / Ireland
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