Padraic Pearse Child Poems
- 1. To Death
I have not gathered gold;
The fame that I won perished;
In love I found but sorrow,
That withered my life.
... - 2. The Woman Of The Mountain Keens Her Son
Grief on the death, it has blackened my heart:
It has snatched my low and left me desolate,
Without friend or companion under the roof of my house
But this sorrow in the midst of me, and I keening.
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