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Poem by Francis Ledwidge


Ireland


I called you by sweet names by wood and linn,
You answered not because my voice was new,
And you were listening for the hounds of Finn
And the long hosts of Lugh.

And so, I came unto a windy height
And cried my sorrow, but you heard no wind,
For you were listening to small ships in flight,
And the wail on hills behind.

And then I left you, wandering the war
Armed with will, from distant goal to goal,
To find you at the last free as of yore,
Or die to save your soul.

And then you called to us from far and near
To bring your crown from out the deeps of time,
It is my grief your voice I couldn't hear
In such a distant clime. 



Francis Ledwidge

Poem Theme: Ireland

Francis Ledwidge's other poems:
  1. At Currabwee
  2. Old Clo
  3. Spring and Autumn
  4. A Little Boy in the Morning
  5. Thoughts at the Trysting Stile


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • William Watson Ireland ("In the wild and lurid desert, in the thunder-travelled ways")
  • Sidney Lanier Ireland ("Heartsome Ireland, winsome Ireland")
  • Dora Sigerson Shorter Ireland ("'Twas the dream of a God")

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