Crewbawn
White clouds that change and pass, And stars that shine awhile, Dew water on the grass, A fox upon a stile.
A river broad and deep, A slow boat on the waves, My sad thoughts on the sleep That hollows out the graves.
Francis Ledwidge
White clouds that change and pass, And stars that shine awhile, Dew water on the grass, A fox upon a stile.
A river broad and deep, A slow boat on the waves, My sad thoughts on the sleep That hollows out the graves.
Francis Ledwidge’s “Crewbawn” begins with small, gentle images from the natural world: white clouds changing, stars that last only a while, dew on grass, a fox on a stile. The speaker seems to be looking quietly at an Irish landscape, taking in its calm beauty.
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