Tag: Lament for Thomas MacDonagh

Lament for Thomas MacDonagh…

‘He shall not hear the bittern cry
In the wild sky, where he is lain,
Nor voices of the sweetest birds

Above the wailing of the rain.

Nor shall he know when loud March blows
Thro’ slanting snows her fanfare shrill,
Blowing to flame the golden cup
Of many an upset daffodil.

But when the Dark Cow leaves the Moor,
And pastures poor with greedy weeds,
Perhaps he’ll hear her low at morn
Lifting her horn in pleasant meads.’

  • Francis Ledwidge