Sea-bird of the battle surf, Lorna is dead. Black on Colla's castled hill Ruin is spread. Weep for Lorna who rode forth With his king against the North. Lorna came again at morn, Riding from war. Messenger of battle won, Tidings he bore: -- "Quenchless was the charge he made, Low the insurgent walls were laid." And while revelry was rife Through Colla's halls, Then the lonely warder saw, Pacing the walls, Eastward in the morning's greys, Serried spears in the sunrise blaze. By an altar in a vault -- Night dripping dew -- Lorna's muffled cry arose; Bat-like it flew: -- "Sacrifice for victory! Priest and victim find in me!" Sea-bird of the battle surf, Lorna is dead. Black on Colla's castled hill Ruin is spread. Royal seal upon the tomb Where he sleeps in endless gloom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH WISDOM COMETH WITH THE YEARS by COUNTEE CULLEN SPOKEN AT A CASTLE GATE by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON THE PASSING OF THE EX-SLAVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |