Page:The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge, 1919.djvu/296

290 "And still the chase goes on, and still

The wine shall spill, and vacant places

Be given over to the new

As love untrue keeps changing faces.

"And I must wander with my song

Far from the young till Love returning,

Brings me the beautiful reward

Of some heart stirred by my long yearning.")

Friend, have you heard a bird lament

When sleet is sent for April weather?

As beautiful she told her grief,

As down through leaf and flower I led her.

And friend, could I remain unstirred

Without a word for such a sorrow?

Say, can the lark forget the cloud

When poppies shroud the seeded furrow?