Bás an Lae
Dorchaíonn na pictiúir ina bhfráma,
An oíche chugainn,
An ainnir óg is an tsean-dáma
Gan dealú.
Bás an lae! Bás ba ghránna
Is ba mheasa ná é tráth
Rug leis an neach ab áille
Is í faoi bhláth.
Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864):
Death of Day
My pictures blacken in their frames
As night comes on,
And youthful maids and wrinkled dames
Are all now one.
Death of the day! a sterner Death
Did worse before;
The fairest form, the sweetest breath,
Away he bore.
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