Somewhere is music from the linnets' bills, <br />And thro' the sunny flowers the bee-wings drone, <br />And white bells of convolvulus on hills <br />Of quiet May make silent ringing, blown <br />Hither and thither by the wind of showers, <br />And somewhere all the wandering birds have flown; <br />And the brown breath of Autumn chills the flowers. <br /> <br />But where are all the loves of long ago? <br />O little twilight ship blown up the tide, <br />Where are the faces laughing in the glow <br />Of morning years, the lost ones scattered wide <br />Give me your hand, O brother, let us go <br />Crying about the dark for those who died.<br /><br />Francis Ledwidge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lost-ones/
