AS I came over the grey, grey hills And over the grey, grey water, I saw the gilly leading on, And the white Christ following after. Where and where does the gilly lead? And where is the white Christ faring? They've travelled the four grey sounds of Orc, And the four grey seas of Eirinn. The moon is set and the wind's away, And the song in the grass is dying, And a silver cloud on the silent sea Like a shrouding-sheet is lying. But Christ and the gilly will follow on Till the ring in the east is showing, And the awny corn is red on the hills, And the golden light is glowing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WE WEAR THE MASK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE ENEMY'S PORTRAIT by THOMAS HARDY AN ODE UPON A QUESTION WHETHER LOVE SHOULD CONTINUE FOREVER by EDWARD HERBERT BOSTON COMMON: 1774 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 31 by PHILIP SIDNEY PERSISTENCY OF POETRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 8. BE QUICK AND SURE by PHILIP AYRES |