The Lost Ones

Radio Record, Volume II, Issue 30, 8 February 1929, Unnumbered Page

The Lost Ones

Somewhere is music from the linnet’s bills, And through the sunny flowers the beewings drone, And white bells of convolvulus on hills Of quiet May make silent ringing, blown Hither and thither by the wind 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 hard, oh brother, let us go Crying about the dark for those who died.

Francis

Ledwidge