Francis Ledwidge - Spring and Autumn
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2014-11-07
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Green ripples singing down the corn,
With blossoms dumb the path I tread,
And in the music of the morn
One with wild roses on her head.
Now the green ripples turn to gold
And all the paths are loud with rain,
I with desire am growing old
And full of winter pain.
Francis Ledwidge
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-and-autumn/
With blossoms dumb the path I tread,
And in the music of the morn
One with wild roses on her head.
Now the green ripples turn to gold
And all the paths are loud with rain,
I with desire am growing old
And full of winter pain.
Francis Ledwidge
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-and-autumn/
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