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

Read the full of Fairies

The Lost Ones

Somewhere is music from the linnets' bills,
And thro' the sunny flowers the bee-wings drone,
And white bells of convolvulus on hills
Of quiet May make silent ringing, blown
Hither and thither by the wind of showers,
And somewhere all the wandering birds have flown;
And the brown breath of Autumn chills the flowers.

But where are all the loves of long ago?

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