Little ships of whitest pearl
With sailors who were ancient kings,
Come over the sea when my little girl
Sings.

And if my little girl should weep,
Little ships with torn sails
Go headlong down among the deep
Whales.

(C) Francis Ledwidge
03/19/2017


Best Poems of Francis Ledwidge

• The Little Children
• Ireland
• In A Cafe
• Spring
• Old Clo
• Pan
• June
• My Mother
• Dawn
• Had I A Golden Pound
• Youth
• The Lanawn Shee
• To One Dead
• Two Songs
• At Currabwee
• The Wife Of Llew
• Lament For The Poets: 1916
• The Dead Kings
• With Flowers
• The Shadow People
• In France