Nature
First Winter-Song
Translated by Alfred Perceval Graves (in Hull, The Poem-Book of the Gael, 1913) · From The Poem-Book of the Gael (1913)
Nature
Take my tidings!
Stags contend;
Snows descend--
Summer's end!
A chill wind raging;
The sun low keeping,
Swift to set
O'er seas high sweeping.
Dull red the fern;
Shapes are shadows:
Wild geese mourn
O'er misty meadows.
Keen cold limes
Each weaker wing.
Icy times--
Such I sing!
Take my tidings!
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MLA
Anonymous (Old Irish). “First Winter-Song.” Translated by Alfred Perceval Graves. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-old-irish/65/.
Chicago
Anonymous (Old Irish). “First Winter-Song.” Translated by Alfred Perceval Graves. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-old-irish/65/.
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