William Henry Drummond

(13 April, 1854 – 6 April, 1907 / Mohill, County Leitrim)

Spring Bereaved 1 - Poem by William Henry Drummond

THAT zephyr every year
   So soon was heard to sigh in forests here,
It was for her: that wrapp'd in gowns of green
   Meads were so early seen,
That in the saddest months oft sung the merles,
It was for her; for her trees dropp'd forth pearls.
   That proud and stately courts
Did envy those our shades and calm resorts,
It was for her; and she is gone, O woe!
   Woods cut again do grow,
Bud doth the rose and daisy, winter done;
But we, once dead, no more do see the sun.


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  • (1/14/2016 4:30:00 AM)


    edited henry.. i lak de original (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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