Poems by William Allingham

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Chequer'd with woven shadows as I lay
I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night;
Far from the churchyard dig his grave,
Four ducks on a pond,
See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down,
That which he did not feel, he would not sing;
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town,
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born;
O pale green sea,
The vast and solemn company of clouds
Amy Margaret's five years old,
A sunset's mounded cloud;
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods,
Gold tassel upon March's bugle-horn,
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore!
Four ducks on a pond,
I thought it was the little bed
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born,
O English mother, in the ruddy glow
Seek up and down, both fair and brown,
October - and the skies are cool and gray
A wild west Coast, a little Town,
Oh, lovely Mary Donnelly, my joy, my only best
Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream,
I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer!
O spirit of the Summer-time!
Saint Margaret's Eve it did befall,
The Abbot of Innisfallen
The Boy from his bedroom-window
See the pretty planet!
In early morning twilight, raw and chill,
Up the airy mountain,
With grief and mourning I sit to spin;
Little Cowboy, what have you heard,
Doleful was the land,
Within a budding grove,
When the spinning-room was here
I once was a guest at a Nobleman's wedding;
By the shore, a plot of ground
A man there came, whence none could tell,
Adieu to Belashanny!
Is always Age severe?
These little Songs,
Hayrick some do spell thy name,
Pluck not the wayside flower,
Ring-Ting! I wish I were a Primrose,
A man who keeps a diary, pays

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