Desire in Spring

by Ivor Gurney

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Desire in Spring
English source: Francis Ledwidge

I love the cradle-songs the mothers sing
In lonely places when the twilight drops,
The slow, endearing melodies that bring
Sleep to the weeping lids; and, when she stops,
I love the roadside birds upon the tops
Of dusty hedges in a world of Spring.

And when the sunny rain drips from the edge
Of mid-day wind, and meadows lean one way,
And a long whisper passes thro’ the sedge,
Beside the broken water let me stay,
While these old airs upon my memory play,
And silent changes colour up the hedge.


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