A blackbird singing
On a moss-covered stone
Bluebells swinging
Shadows wildly blown
A song in the wood
A ship on the sea
The song was for you
And the ship was for me
A blackbird singing
I hear in my troubled mind
Bluebells swinging
I see in a distant wind
But sorrow and silence
Are the wood's threnody
The silence for you
And the sorrow for me.
~Francis Ledwidge