Here you will find the Poem To One Dead of poet Francis Ledwidge
A blackbird singing On a moss-upholstered 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.