Poem by Francis Ledwidge

To One Dead

A blackbird singing
On a moss-upholstered stone,
Bluebells swinging,
Shadows wildly blown,
A song in the wood,
A ship on the sea.
The song was for you
and the ship was for me.

A blackbird singing
I hear in my troubled mind,
Bluebells swinging,
I see in a distant wind.
But sorrow and silence,
Are the wood's threnody,
The silence for you
and the sorrow for me. 

1. At Currabwee
2. Spring and Autumn
3. To a Sparrow
4. After Court Martial
5. Behind the Closed Eye

Print

1351 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version