Dora Sigerson Shorter

(1866-1918 / Ireland)

Nora - Poem by Dora Sigerson Shorter

Within an English village yesterday
I came upon a little child at play.
I lingered by to watch the baby game,
And heard some voice call gently on her name.
Sweet she replied. How leaped my heart to hear
The pretty notes, the accent ever dear,
Shy as the wind soft singing from the South!
I, hungry, kissed the brogue upon her mouth.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 29, 2010

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