1 min read
Слушать(AI)Let Me Sing Of What I Know
A wild west Coast, a little Town, Where little Folk go up and down, Tides flow and winds blow: Night and Tempest and the Sea, Human Will and Human Fate: What is little, what is great? Howsoe'er the answer be, Let me sing of what I know.
William Allingham
William Allingham (19 March 1824 – 18 November 1889) was an Irish poet, diarist and editor. He wrote several volumes of lyric verse, and his poe
Comments
You need to be signed in to write comments
Other author posts
Half-waking
I thought it was the little bed I slept in long ago; A straight white curtain at the head, And two smooth knobs below I thought I saw the nursery fire, And in a chair well-known My mother sat, and did not tire With reading all alone If I...
The Abbot Of Innisfallen
The Abbot of Innisfallen awoke ere dawn of day; Under the dewy green leaves went he forth to pray The lake around his island lay smooth and dark and deep, And wrapt in a misty stillness the mountains were all asleep Low kneel'd the Abbot...
The Bubble
See the pretty planet Floating sphere Faintest breeze will fan it Far or near; World as light as feather; Moonshine rays, Rainbow tints together, As it plays Drooping, sinking, failing, Nigh to earth, Mounting, whirling, sailing, Fu...
The Elf Singing
An Elf sat on a twig, He was not very big, He sang a little song, He did not think it wrong;
