Francis Ledwidge Poems
- Soliloquy When I was young I had a care Lest I should cheat...
- Fairies Maiden-poet, come with me To the heaped up cairn of ...
- A Little Boy In The Morning He will not come, and still I ...
- Behind The Closed Eye I walk the old frequented ways That ...
- My Mother God made my mother on an April day, From sorrow ...
- A Soldier's Grave Then in the lull of midnight, gentle ...
- 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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When I was young I had a care
Lest I should cheat me of my share
Of that which makes it sweet to strive
For life, and dying still survive,
A name in sunshine written higher
Than lark or poet dare aspire.
But I grew weary doing well.
Besides, 'twas sweeter in that hell,
Down with the loud banditti people
Who robbed the orchards, climbed the steeple
For jackdaws' eyes and made the cock
Crow ere 'twas daylight on the clock.
I was so very bad the neighbours
Spoke of me at their daily labours.
And now I'm drinking wine in France,
The helpless ...