A blackbird singing <br />On a moss-upholstered stone, <br />Bluebells swinging, <br />Shadows wildly blown, <br />A song in the wood, <br />A ship on the sea. <br />The song was for you <br />and the ship was for me. <br /> <br />A blackbird singing <br />I hear in my troubled mind, <br />Bluebells swinging, <br />I see in a distant wind. <br />But sorrow and silence, <br />Are the wood's threnody, <br />The silence for you <br />and the sorrow for me.<br /><br />Francis Ledwidge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-one-dead/
