Beauty was that
Far vanished flame,
Call it a star
Wanting better name.

And gaze and gaze
Vaguely until
Nothing is left
Save a grey ghost-hill.

Here wait I
On the world's rim
Stretching out hands
To Seraphim.

(C) Patrick Kavanagh
03/14/2017


Best Poems of Patrick Kavanagh

• In Memory Of My Mother
• Advent
• Peace
• The Great Hunger
• March
• Epic
• Gospel
• Inniskeen Road: July Evening
• Shancoduff
• On An Apple-ripe September Morning
• Memory Of My Father
• A Christmas Childhood
• A Star
• Primrose
• To The Man After The Harrow
• Innocence
• April Dusk
• Having To Live In The Country
• Canal Bank Walk
• Stony Grey Soil