OCHONE for the land left lonely, Without the Three, without the Three! The warmth of the sun goes with you To the cold house of the dead! Without them the Red-Branch House Is a place of ghosts, of black horror; The feasts of the mighty mourn them, The women of Eri weep! My curse on Fergus, that left them, My curse on Buine, that sold them, My curse on Cathvah, that bound them, My curse on Maini, that slew them! And my curse's curse on the King That snared them with words of honey, Black hills of hate be above him, My curse upon Conchobar! O better than mother's love Were Naisi's arms around me! O gentler than loving brothers Were Ainli and Ardan! They fed me with love, they kept me With spoil in their nest of eagles; Without them the fields of Eri Are blasted, and black the skies! Ochone for the land left lonely Without the Three, without the Three! The warmth of the sun goes with you To the cold house of the dead? @3The Closing of the Tomb@1 In the house without a fire Heap the black stones over me; With Naisi where cold he lies Let the clods cover me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OCTOROON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BEFORE DAWN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE DEATH OF GRANT by AMBROSE BIERCE BISHOP BLOUGRAM'S APOLOGY by ROBERT BROWNING OUT WHERE THE WEST BEGINS by ARTHUR CHAPMAN LYSISTRATA: HYMN OF PEACE; CHORUSES OF ATHENIANS AND SPARTANS by ARISTOPHANES WILD FLOWERS by OLIVE BODA BROWN |