Spring Love

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