TO THE OAKS OF GLENCREE
My arms are round you, and I leanAgainst you, while the larkSings over us, and golden lights, and greenShadows are on your bark.There’ll come a season when you’ll stretchBlack boards to cover me:Then in Mount Jerome I will lie, poor wretch,With worms eternally.
My arms are round you, and I leanAgainst you, while the larkSings over us, and golden lights, and greenShadows are on your bark.There’ll come a season when you’ll stretchBlack boards to cover me:Then in Mount Jerome I will lie, poor wretch,With worms eternally.
My arms are round you, and I leanAgainst you, while the larkSings over us, and golden lights, and greenShadows are on your bark.
My arms are round you, and I lean
Against you, while the lark
Sings over us, and golden lights, and green
Shadows are on your bark.
There’ll come a season when you’ll stretchBlack boards to cover me:Then in Mount Jerome I will lie, poor wretch,With worms eternally.
There’ll come a season when you’ll stretch
Black boards to cover me:
Then in Mount Jerome I will lie, poor wretch,
With worms eternally.