Padraic Colum (1881–1972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922.
By Seumas OSullivan166. The Sedges
I
To every listening sedge;
And they bent, bowed with my sorrow,
Down to the water’s edge.
To see me sorrow so,
Like the light winds that laughing
Across the water go.
That quiet-hearted move,
They would bend down like the sedges
With the sorrow of love.
Who all my sorrow knows,
Like the little wind that laughing
Across the water blows.