Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ON AN OATEN STRAW, by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE


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ON AN OATEN STRAW, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: My harp is out of tune, and so I take
Last Line: Seated with pan upon the mossy weir.
Subject(s): Harps; Music & Musicians; Musical Instruments; Mythology - Classical; Pan (mythology); Singing & Singers; Lyres; Songs


MY harp is out of tune, and so I take
An oaten straw some shepherd dropped of old.
It is the hour when Beauty doth awake
With trembling limbs upon the dewy cold.
And shapes of green show where the woolly fold
Slept in the winding shelter of the brake.

This I will pipe for you, how all the year
The one I love like Beauty takes her way.
Wrapped in the wind of winter she doth cheer
The loud woods like a sunbeam of the May.
This I will pipe for you the whole blue day
Seated with Pan upon the mossy weir.





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