Francis Ledwidge

Here you will find the Poem Spring and Autumn of poet Francis Ledwidge

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.