The songs I had are withered <br />Or vanished clean, <br />Yet there are bright tracks <br />Where I have been, <br /> <br />And there grow flowers <br />For other's delight. <br />Think well, O singer, <br />Soon comes night.<br /><br />Ivor Gurney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-songs-i-had/
