A red berry grows
in the south country --
The boughs are full of them
when spring arrives.
Gather some, I pray,
and fill your pockets --
These are the best
forget-me-knots!
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Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top
by Thomas McGrathThe birds have flown their summer skies to the south,
And the flower-money is drying in the banks of bent grass
Which the bumble bee has abandoned. We wait for a winter lion,
Body of ice-crystals and ...