I have fared far in the dim woods: And I have known sorrow and grief, And the incalculable years That haunt the solitudes. Where now are the multitudes Of the Field of Spears? Old tears Fall upon them as rain, Their eyes are quiet under the brown leaf. I have seen the dead, innumerous: I too shall lie thus, And thou, Congal, thou too shalt lie Still and white Under the starry sky, And rise no more to any Field of Spears, But, under the brown leaf, Remember grief And the old, salt, bitter tears. And I have heard the crying of wind. It is the crying that is in my heart: Oona of the Dark Eyes, Oona of the Dark Eyes, Oona, Oona, Oona, Heart of my Heart! But there is only crying of wind Through the silences of the sky, Dews that fall and rise, The faring of long years, And the coverlet of the brown leaf For the old familiar grief And the old tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAITING FOR THE GRAPES by WILLIAM MAGINN PORTRAIT BY A NEIGHBOR by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY PRO PATRIA MORI by THOMAS MOORE MANNERLY MARGERY, MILK AND ALE by JOHN SKELTON THE MEMORY OF THE HEART by DANIEL WEBSTER THE ENGINE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |