At A Poet's Grave Poem by Francis Ledwidge
At A Poet's Grave
Rating: ★2.7
When I leave down this pipe my friend
And sleep with flowers I loved, apart,
My songs shall rise in wilding things
Whose roots are in my heart.
And here where that sweet poet sleeps
I hear the songs he left unsung,
When winds are fluttering the flowers
And summer-bells are rung.
Friday, April 16, 2010
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4/23/2024 3:44:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely dedication to a fallen poet!