Author Francis Ledwidge White clouds that change and pass,And stars that shine awhile,Dew water on the grass,A fox upon a stile.A river broad and deep,A slow boat on the waves,My sad thoughts on the sleepThat hollows out the graves. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments