In France

By Francis Ledwidge

The silence of maternal hills

Is round me in my evening dreams ;

And round me music-making bills

And mingling waves of pastoral streams.

Whatever way I turn I find

The path is old unto me still.

The hills of home are in my mind,

And there I wander as I will.

This poem taken from "Last Songs" by Francis Ledwidge, Published by Herbert Jenkins, London 1918 [page 51]Poem Dated: February 3rd, 1917.Words and spelling verified JS