Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BLANDID'S SONG, FR. THE CRIER BY NIGHT, by GORDON BOTTOMLEY Poet's Biography First Line: The bird in my heart is calling through a farfled, tear-grey sea Last Line: Who have known the forgetting of dying to a life one lonely pain. | ||||||||
THE bird in my heart is calling through a farfled, tear-grey sea To the soft slow hills that cherish dim waters weary for me, Where the folk of rath and dun trail homeward silently In the mist of the early night-fall that drips from their hair like rain. The bird in my heart is a-flutter, for the bitter wind of the sea Shivers with thyme and woodbine as my body with memory; I feel their perfumes ooze in my ears like melody -- The scent of the mead at the harping I shall not hear again. The bird in my heart is sinking to a hushed vale hid in the sea, Where the moonlit dew o'er dead fighters is stirred by the feet of the Shee, Who are lovely and old as the earth but younger than I can be Who have known the forgetting of dying to a life one lonely pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 6. GRUACH by GORDON BOTTOMLEY IN JANUARY by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE END OF THE WORLD by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A CAROL FOR CHRISTMAS DAY BEFORE DAWN by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A DEAD MOTHER by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A HYMN OF FORM by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A HYMN OF IMAGINATION by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A HYMN OF TOUCH by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A LADY OF PARIS BORDONE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A PASSING OF FAITH by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |
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