Loading...
en
English Español Français Italiano

Francis Ledwidge

Ardan Mór

AS I was climbing Ardan Mór
From the shore of Sheelin lake,
I met the herons coming down
Before the water’€™s wake.
 
And they were talking in their flight
Of dreamy ways the herons go
When all the hills are withered up
Nor any waters flow.

#IrishWriters

Other works by Francis Ledwidge...
The Sylph

I saw you and I named a flower That lights with blue a woodland s… I named a bird of the red hour And a hidden fairy place. And then I saw you not, and knew
Autumn

Now leafy winds are blowing cold, And South by West the sun goes do… A quiet huddles up the fold In sheltered corners of the brown. Like scattered fire the wild fruit…
Aarstiderne

Du aldrig vil elske? Til Stella j… en Morgen i Vaar, da jeg hos hend… mens Solen steeg over Hækken og… med Purpur i Duggen hvert skielve… Nei, svared hun, aldrig! Thi Elsk…
In France

THE silence of maternal hills Is round me in my evening dreams; And round me music-making rills And mingling waves of pastoral str… Whatever way I turn I find
The Find

I took a reed and blew a tune, And sweet it was and very clear To be about a little thing That only few hold dear. Three times the cuckoo named himse…
 1
Thoughts at the Trysting Stile

Come, May, and hang a white flag… Make truce with earth and heaven;… Now hides her sulky face deep in t… Of your new flowers by the water w… And in the ripples of the rising g…
With Flowers

These have more language than my s… Take them and let them speak for m… I whispered them a secret thing Down the green lanes of Allary. You shall remember quiet ways
After Court Martial

My mind is not my mind, therefore I take no heed of what men say, I lived ten thousand years before God cursed the town of Nineveh. The Present is a dream I see
The Lanawn Shee

Powdered and perfumed the full bee Winged heavily across the clover, And where the hills were dim with… Purple and blue the west leaned ov… A willow spray dipped in the strea…
To One Who Comes Now and Then

When you come in, it seems a brigh… Crackles upon the hearth invitingl… The household routine which was wo… Grows full of novelty. You sit upon our home-upholstered…
A Mother’s Song

Little ships of whitest pearl With sailors who were ancient king… Come over the sea when my little g… Sings. And if my little girl should weep,
The Shadow People

Old lame Bridget doesn’t hear Fairy music in the grass When the gloaming’s on the mere And the shadow people pass: Never hears their slow grey feet
The Lost Ones

Somewhere is music from the linnet… And thro’ the sunny flowers the be… And white bells of convolvulus on… Of quiet May make silent ringing,… Hither and thither by the wind of…
June

Broom out the floor now, lay the f… And plant this bee-sucked bough of… And let the window down. The butt… Floats in upon the sunbeam, and th… Tanned face of June, the nomad gi…
Had I a Golden Pound (After the Irish)

Had I a golden pound to spend, My love should mend and sew no mor… And I would buy her a little quer… Easy to turn on the kitchen floor. And for her windows curtains white…



Top