My Grief!
For the sorrow of the sea,
For the song's unquickened seeds,
For the sleeping of the Shee,
My Grief!
For dishonoured white-thorn tree,
For the runes that no man reads,
Where the grey stones face the sea,
My Grief!
Lissakeole, that used to be,
Filled with music night and noon,
For their ancient revelry,
My Grief!
For the empty Fairyshoon,
Hollow rath and yellow leaf,
Hands unkissed to sun or moon,
My Grief - My Grief!
-Nora Hopper-