Francis Ledwidge

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

To One Dead - Poem by Francis Ledwidge

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.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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