Death & Dying
At a Poet's Grave
From Last Songs (1918)
Death & DyingArts & Sciences
When I leave down this pipe my friend
And sleep with flowers I loved, apart,
My songs shall rise in wilding things
Whose roots are in my heart.
And here where that sweet poet sleeps
I hear the songs he left unsung,
When winds are fluttering the flowers
And summer-bells are rung.
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Codex Note
Eleven lines: when the poet leaves down his pipe and sleeps with the flowers he loved, his songs shall rise in wild things 'whose roots are in my heart'.
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Ledwidge, Francis. “At a Poet's Grave.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/ledwidge/50/.
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Ledwidge, Francis. “At a Poet's Grave.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/ledwidge/50/.
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