Spring Love

I saw her coming through the flowery grass,
Round her swift ankles butterfly and bee
Blent loud and silent wings;I saw her pass
When foam-bows shivered on the sunny sea.

Then came the swallow crowding up the dawn,
And cuckoo echoes filled the dewy South.
I left my love upon the hill, alone,
My last kiss burning on her lovely mouth.

Francis Ledwidge

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