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Poems (Tynan)/Spring Longing

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4513985Poems — Spring LongingKatharine Tynan
SPRING LONGING
Often I wish that I might be,
This gay and golden weather,
Among my father's fields, ah, me!
And he and I together.

Below the mountains, fair and dim,
My father's fields are spreading.
I'd rather tread the sward with him
Than I would dance at a wedding.

O green and fresh your English sod
With daisies sprinkled over;
But greener far were the fields I trod,
And the honeyed Irish clover.

O, well your skylark cleaves the blue
To bid the sun good-morrow;
He has not the bonny song I knew
High over an Irish furrow.

And often, often, Fm longing still,
This gay and golden weather,
For my father's face by an Irish hill,
And he and I together.