A linnet who had lost her way <br />Sang on a blackened bough in Hell, <br />Till all the ghosts remembered well <br />The trees, the wind, the golden day. <br />At last they knew that they had died <br />When they heard music in that land, <br />And some one there stole forth a hand <br />To draw a brother to his side.<br /><br />James Elroy Flecker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tenebris-interlucentem-v-ii/
