Page:The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge, 1919.djvu/105

 A SONG

heart has flown on wings to you, away

In the lonely places where your footsteps lie

Full up of stars when the short showers of day

Have passed like ancient sorrows. I would fly

To your green solitude of woods to hear

You singing in the sounds of leaves and birds;

But I am sad below the depth of words

That nevermore we two shall draw anear.

Had I but wealth of land and bleating flocks

And barnfuls of the yellow harvest yield,

And a large house with climbing hollyhocks

And servant maidens singing in the field, 99