Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)
Sundown
Lilac and green of the sky, Brown of the broken earth, Apple trees whitening high, May and the Summer's birth. Voices of children and mirth Singing of clouds that are ships, Sure to sail into the firth Where the sun's anchor now dips. Here is our garden that sips Sweets that the May bestows, Breath of laburnum lips, Breath of the lilac and rose. Blossoms of blue will close After the ships are gone, Drinking the dew in a doze Under the dark till the dawn. Twilight and ships crowd on Into the road of the West, After the sun where he shone Reddening down to rest.
Thomas MacDonagh’s other poems:
- To James Clarence Mangan
- Isn’t It Pleasant for the Little Birds
- A Woman
- Dublin Tramcars
- With Only This for Likeness, Only These Words
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