English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. A Woman. Томас Макдона.

Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

A Woman

Time on her face has writ
    A hundred years,
And all the page of it
    Blurred with his tears;

Yet in his holiest crypt
    Treasuring the scroll,
Keeps the sweet manuscript
    Fair as her soul.

Thomas MacDonagh’s other poems:

1. Isn’t It Pleasant for the Little Birds
2. To James Clarence Mangan
3. Dublin Tramcars
4. For Victory
5. Cormac Óg

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