Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOIRA'S KEENING, by NORREYS JEPHSON O'CONOR Poet's Biography First Line: O mountains of erin Last Line: O boy of mine! Dead. Subject(s): Sons; World War I - Ireland | ||||||||
O MOUNTAINS of Erin, Your beauty is fled; Beyond you, in Flanders, My darling lies dead. Through the dunes and the grasses Bespattered with blood, They bore him; and round him, Bareheaded, they stood, While the chaplain in khaki Was reading a prayer, And the wind for his keening Was moaning an air. O son of grey Connaught, No more shall we stand By the dark lough at evening, My hand in your hand, And talk of a houseen To hold you and me, The scent of the heather, The gorse on the lea. Yet, bridegroom of mine, You are waiting afar, Past the peak and the blueness, The shine of thon star, Where Mary the Mother Is bending her head, And you sleep at her crooning, O boy of mine! dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 26 by JAMES JOYCE THE WASHERS OF THE SHROUD; OCTOBER, 1861 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL BREAK OF DAY IN THE TRENCHES by ISAAC ROSENBERG SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE BIRDS: THE HOOPOE'S CALL TO THE BIRDS by ARISTOPHANES THE SEEKERS by LUCIA TREVITT AURYANSEN |
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