Quiet miles of golden sky,
And in my heart a sudden flower.
I want to clap my hands and cry
For Beauty in her secret bower.

Quiet golden miles of dawn-
Smiling all the East along ;
And in my heart nigh fully blown,
A little rose-bud of a song.

(C) Francis Ledwidge
01/01/2000


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