First Winter Song
(from The Irish Poems of Alfred Perceval GravesVolume I: Songs of the Gael. A Gaelic story-telling: 1908)
Take my tidings!
Stags contend;
Snows descend—
Summer’s end!
A chill wind raging;
The sun low keeping,
Swift to set
O’er seas high sweeping.
Dull red the fern;
Shapes are shadows:
Wild geese mourn
O’er misty meadows.
Keen cold limes each weaker wing.
Icy times—
Such I sing!
Take my tidings!
Alfred Perceval Graves (1846-1931)
Anglo-Irish poet, songwriter, folklorist and school inspector
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