Francis Ledwidge

(19 August 1887 – 31 July 1917 / Janeville, Slane)

Francis Ledwidge Poems

1. Thoughts At The Trysting Stile 5/11/2012
2. Aarstiderne 8/2/2012
3. The Call To Ireland 5/11/2012
4. The Sylph 4/16/2010
5. With Flowers 4/16/2010
6. Youth 4/16/2010
7. To One Who Comes Now And Then 4/16/2010
8. The Find 4/16/2010
9. June 3/27/2012
10. The Rushes 4/16/2010
11. The Dead Kings 4/16/2010
12. Una Bawn 4/16/2010
13. The Little Children 4/16/2010
14. To A Sparrow 4/16/2010
15. The Lanawn Shee 4/16/2010
16. To An Old Quill Of Lord Dunsany's 4/16/2010
17. Two Songs 4/16/2010
18. Spring Love 4/16/2010
19. At Currabwee 4/16/2010
20. In A Cafe 4/16/2010
21. Ardan Mór 4/16/2010
22. Dawn 4/16/2010
23. Had I A Golden Pound (After The Irish) 4/16/2010
24. Ceol Sidhe 4/16/2010
25. After Court Martial 4/16/2010
26. Old Clo 4/16/2010
27. At A Poet's Grave 4/16/2010
28. Spring 4/16/2010
29. Autumn 4/16/2010
30. Ireland 4/16/2010
31. Lady Fair 4/16/2010
32. A Fairy Hunt 4/16/2010
33. The Lost Ones 1/3/2003
34. The Wife Of Llew 1/3/2003
35. The Shadow People 1/3/2003
36. A Mother's Song 4/16/2010
37. Spring And Autumn 1/3/2003
38. Pan 4/16/2010
39. In France 4/16/2010
40. To One Dead 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Francis Ledwidge

Fairies

Maiden-poet, come with me
To the heaped up cairn of Maeve,
And there we'll dance a fairy dance
Upon a fairy's grave.

In and out among the trees,
Filling all the night with sound,
The morning, strung upon her star,
Shall chase us round and round.


What are we but fairies too,
Living but in dreams alone,
Or, at the most, but children still,
Innocent and overgrown ?

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To One Dead

A blackbird singing
On a moss-upholstered stone,
Bluebells swinging,
Shadows wildly blown,
A song in the wood,
A ship on the sea.
The song was for you
and the ship was for me.

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