With Flowers
These have more language than my song,
Take them and let them speak for me.
I whispered them a secret thing
Down the green lanes of Allary.
You shall remember quiet ways
Watching them fade, and quiet eyes,
And two hearts given up to love,
A foolish and an overwise.
This poem taken from "Last Songs" by Francis Ledwidge, Published by Herbert Jenkins, London 1918 [page 62]Poem Dated: France, April 1917Words and spelling verified JSNOTEAllary is possibly an anglicised spelling of Allaire, a French Village.
