Page:The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge, 1919.djvu/44

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.

SPRING

The dews drip roses on the meadows
Where the meek daisies dot the sward.
And Æolus whispers through the shadows,
"Behold the handmaid of the Lord!"
The golden news the skylark waketh
And 'thwart the heavens his flight is curled;
Attend ye as the first note breaketh
And chrism droppeth on the world.


The velvet dusk still haunts the stream
Where Pan makes music light and gay.
The mountain mist hath caught a beam

And slowly weeps itself away.

38