< The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge < Songs of Peace
For works with similar titles, see Spring and Autumn.
SPRING AND AUTUMN
Green ripples singing down the corn,
With blossoms dumb the path I tread,
And in the music of the morn
One with wild roses on her head.
Now the green ripples turn to gold
And all the paths are loud with rain,
I with desire am growing old
And full of winter pain.
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