to one dead - francis ledwidge A blackbird singingOn a moss-upholstered stone,Bluebells swinging,Shadows wildly blown,A song in the wood,A ship on the sea.The song was for youAnd the ship was for me.A blackbird singingI hear in my troubled mind,Bluebells swingingI see in a distant wind.But sorrow and silenceAre the wood's threnody,The silence for youAnd the… Continue reading to one dead
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