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.
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 (1878 -1916)
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Tá céad bliain ag an Am
Scríofa ar a cló,
Is an leathanach ann
Faoi smál na ndeor.
San uaimh naofa ámh
Tá an scrolla aige slán,
Is an lámhscríbhinn dhílis
Mar a hanam án.
Scríofa ar a cló,
Is an leathanach ann
Faoi smál na ndeor.
San uaimh naofa ámh
Tá an scrolla aige slán,
Is an lámhscríbhinn dhílis
Mar a hanam án.