Eva Gore-booth Poems
- 1. The Little Waves Of Breffny
The grand road from the mountain goes shining to the sea,
And there is traffic in it and many a horse and cart,But the little roads of Cloonagh are dearer far to me,
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by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Butterflies are white and blue
In this field we wander through.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Death comes in a day or two.
All the things we ever knew
Will be ashes in that hour,
Mark the transient butterfly,
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