Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FRANCIS LEDWIDGE, by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING Poet's Biography First Line: Nevermore singing / will you go now Last Line: You are gone? Variant Title(s): Elegy For The Irish Poet Francis Ledwidge Subject(s): Ledwidge, Francis (1891-1917) | ||||||||
(Killed in action July 31, 1917) Nevermore singing Will you go now, Wearing wild moonlight On your brow. The moon's white mood In your silver mind Is all forgotten. Words of wind From off the hedgerow After rain, You do not hear them; They are vain. There is a linnet Craves a song, And you returning Before long. Now who will tell her, Who can say On what great errand You are away? You whose kindred Were hills of Meath, Who sang the lane-rose From her sheath, What voice will cry them The grief at dawn Or say to the blackbird You are gone? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON READING FRANCIS LEDWIDGE'S LAST SONGS by JOHN DRINKWATER FOR FRANCES LEDWIDGE by NORREYS JEPHSON O'CONOR IN FRANCIS LEDWIDGE'S COTTAGE by DESMOND EGAN VICTORY BELLS by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING AFTER SUNSET by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING BRAHMS, NO. 2 D MAJOR, OP. 73 by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING CEDARS by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING CRETONNE TROPICS by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING DESIGN OF WHITE LILACS by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING LETTER TO AN AVIATOR IN FRANCE by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING |
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