Francis Ledwidge

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

Ardan Mór


AS I was climbing Ardan Mór
From the shore of Sheelin lake,
I met the herons coming down
Before the water’s wake.

And they were talking in their flight
Of dreamy ways the herons go
When all the hills are withered up
Nor any waters flow.

Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010

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