Page:The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge, 1919.djvu/165

 THE PLACE

as old as May I scatter here,

And a blue wave I lifted from the stream.

It shall not know when winter days are drear

Or March is hoarse with blowing. But a-dream

The laurel boughs shall hold a canopy

Peacefully over it the winter long,

Till all the birds are back from oversea,

And April rainbows win a blackbird's song.

And when the war is over I shall take

My lute a-down to it and sing again

Songs of the whispering things amongst the brake,

And those I love shall know them by their strain. 159