Poem by Thomas MacDonagh

A Woman

Time on her face has writ
    A hundred years,
And all the page of it
    Blurred with his tears;

Yet in his holiest crypt
    Treasuring the scroll,
Keeps the sweet manuscript
    Fair as her soul.

1. The Seasons and the Leaves
2. A Dream of Being
3. In Dread
4. A Song of Another. For Eoghan
5. The Song of Joy

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