William Allingham Poems

Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
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A sunset's mounded cloud;
A diamond evening-star;
Sad blue hills afar;
Love in his shroud.
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The vast and solemn company of clouds
Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined,
Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds
The level pasture, creeping up behind
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See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down,
And through the Winter neglected lay,
Uncoils two little green leaves and two brown,
With tiny root taking hold on the clay
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O pale green sea,
With long, pale, purple clouds above -
What lies in me like weight of love ?
What dies in me
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Little Cowboy, what have you heard,
Up on the lonely rath's green mound?
Only the plaintive yellow bird
Sighing in sultry fields around,
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Four ducks on a pond,
A grass-bank beyond,
A blue sky of spring,
White clouds on the wing;
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Far from the churchyard dig his grave,
On some green mound beside the wave;
To westward, sea and sky alone,
And sunsets. Put a mossy stone,
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I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night;
I went to the window to see the sight;
All the Dead that ever I knew
Going one by one and two by two.
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Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods,
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt,
And night by night the monitory blast
Wails in the key-hold, telling how it pass'd
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