Page:The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge, 1919.djvu/89

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BEFORE THE TEARS
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But blow unto the windows of the eyes
Their misty promises of silver rain,
Around your loud heart ever rose and fell.
I thought 'twere better that the tears should come
And strike your every feeling wholly numb,
So thrust my hand in yours and shook farewell.