Spring

Once more the lark with song and

Cleaves through the dawn, his hurried bars^;

Fall, like the flute of

Twirling and whistling from the stars.

The primrose and the

Surprise the valleys, and wild

Is sweet on every little hill,

When lambs come down at folding time.

In every wild place now is

The magpie's noisy house, and

The mingled tunes of many a

The ruffled wood-dove's gentle coo.

Sweet by the river's noisy

The water-lily bursts her crown,

The kingfisher comes down to

Like rainbow jewels falling down.

And when the blue and grey

The daisy shuts her golden eye,

And peace wraps all those hills of

Safe in my dearest memory.

This poem taken from "Last Songs" by Francis Ledwidge,

Published by Herbert Jenkins,

London 1918 [page 58-59]Poem Dated: France March 8th

Words and spelling verified

Ganymede == A Trojan boy of great beauty whom Zeus carried away to be his lover and to be cupbearer to the gods