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I saw you and I named a
That lights with blue a woodland space,
I named a bird of the red
And a hidden fairy place.
And then I saw you not, and
Dead leaves were whirling down the mist,
And something lost was crying through -An evening of amethyst.
This poem taken from "Last Songs" by Francis Ledwidge,
Published by Herbert Jenkins,
London 1918 [page 70]Poem Dated: circa
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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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