Page:The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge, 1919.djvu/41

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TO A LINNET IN A CAGE
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You want the wide air of the moody noon.
And the slanting evening showers.
So I will loose you, and your song shall fall
When morn is white upon the dewy pane,
Across my eyelids, and my soul recall
From worlds of sleeping pain.