Francis Ledwidge

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

Spring And Autumn - Poem by Francis Ledwidge

Green ripples singing down the corn,
With blossoms dumb the path I tread,
And in the music of the morn
One with wild roses on her head.

Now the green ripples turn to gold
And all the paths are loud with rain,
I with desire am growing old
And full of winter pain.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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