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Слушать(AI)In France
The silence of maternal
Is round me in my evening dreams ;
And round me music-making
And mingling waves of pastoral streams.
Whatever way I turn I
The path is old unto me still.
The hills of home are in my mind,
And there I wander as I will.
This poem taken from "Last Songs" by Francis Ledwidge,
Published by Herbert Jenkins,
London 1918 [page 51]Poem Dated: February 3rd, 1917.
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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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