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A Little Boy in the Morning
| A Little Boy in the Morning by Francis Ledwidge |
| Appears in Songs of Peace |
He will not come and still I wait.
He whistles at another gate
Where angels listen. Ah, I know
He will not come, yet if I go
How shall I know he did not pass
Barefooted in the flowery grass?
The moon leans on one silver horn
About the silhouettes of morn,
And from their nest sills finches whistle
Or stooping pluck the downy thistle.
How is the morn so gay and fair
Without his whistling in the air?
The world is calling, I must go.
How shall I know he did not pass
Barefooted in the flowery grass?
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