Francis Ledwidge

(19 August 1887 – 31 July 1917 / Janeville, Slane)

At A Poet's Grave - Poem by Francis Ledwidge

When I leave down this pipe my friend
And sleep with flowers I loved, apart,
My songs shall rise in wilding things
Whose roots are in my heart.

And here where that sweet poet sleeps
I hear the songs he left unsung,
When winds are fluttering the flowers
And summer-bells are rung.


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  • Mizzy ........ Mizzy ........ (8/26/2016 5:07:00 PM)

    Lovely dedication to a fallen poet! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010



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