Spring And Autumn Poem by Francis Ledwidge

Spring And Autumn

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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.

Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: green,music,winter
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