A Woman Poem by Thomas MacDonagh

A Woman



Time on her face has writ
A hundred years,
And all the page of it
Blurred with his tears;

Yet in his holiest crypt
Treasuring the scroll,
Keeps the sweet manuscript
Fair as her soul.

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Thomas MacDonagh

Thomas MacDonagh

Cloughjordan / Ireland
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