| Padraic Colum (18811972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922. |
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| 119. To a Dead Poet |
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| By Eleanor Rogers Cox |
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| I SPEAK your namea magic thing | |
| Jocund April takes my hand, | |
| Golden birds begin to sing, | |
| Laughter fills the silver land. | |
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| I speak your namea Matin bell | 5 |
| Buoyant, godlike, you arise | |
| Flinging far the slumber-spell | |
| Laid upon your heart and eyes. | |
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| I speak your nameand Summers here | |
| Glad beyond all Summers gone | 10 |
| And you are shining like the spear | |
| God fashioned in His first days dawn. | |
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