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I saw her coming through the flowery grass,
Round her swift ankles butterfly and
Blent loud and silent wings ;
I saw her
Where foam-bows shivered on the sunny sea.
Then came the swallow crowding up the dawn,
And cuckoo-echoes filled the dewy South.
I left my love upon the hill, alone,
My last kiss burning on her lovely mouth.
Poem dated:
B.
E.
F.—December 26th, 1916.
This poem taken from "Last Songs" by Francis Ledwidge,
Published by Herbert Jenkins,
London 1918 page 40checked and verified
NotesB.
E.
F. -- British Expeditionary Force, a contingent of the British Army sent to France in 1914
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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