Page:The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge, 1919.djvu/60

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54
AN ATTEMPT AT A CITY SUNSET

Rich gifts as prodigal as winter rain,
Like stepping-stones within a swollen river
The hidden words are sounding in my brain,
Too wild for taming; and I must for ever
Think of the hills upon the wilderness,
And leave the city sunset to your song.
For there I am a stranger like the trees
That sigh upon the traffic all day long.