Uber Allen Gipfellen Ist Ruh Poem by Thomas MacDonagh

Uber Allen Gipfellen Ist Ruh



Over all the mountains is rest;
In all the tree tops the faint west
Scarce stirs a bough.
The nestlings hush their song.
Wait awhile -- ere long
Rest too shalt thou.

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Thomas MacDonagh

Thomas MacDonagh

Cloughjordan / Ireland
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