AS I was climbing Ardan Mór From the shore of Sheelin lake, I met the herons coming down Before the water’s wake. And they were talking in their flight Of dreamy ways the herons go When all the hills are withered up Nor any waters flow.
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Francis Ledwidge
Francis Edward Ledwidge (19 August 1887 – 31 July 1917) was an Irish war poet and soldier from County Meath.[1] Sometimes known as the "poet of …
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