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THE LOST ONES by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE

First Line: SOMEWHERE IS MUSIC FROM THE LINNETS' BILLS
Last Line: CRYING ABOUT THE DARK FOR THOSE WHO DIED.
Subject(s): DEATH; WORLD WAR I; DEAD, THE; FIRST WORLD WAR;
Somewhere is music from the linnets' bills,
And thro' the sunny flowers the bee-wings drone,
And white bells of convolvulus on hills
Of quiet May make silent ringing, blown
Hither and thither by the winds of showers,
And somewhere all the wandering birds have flown;
And the brown breath of Autumn chills the flowers.

But where are all the loves of long ago?
Oh, little twilight ship blown up the tide,
Where are the faces laughing in the glow
Of morning years, the lost ones scattered wide?
Give me your hand, Oh brother, let us go
Crying about the dark for those who died.


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