Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SONG OF AEIFA, by WILLIAM SHARP Poet's Biography First Line: Speed hence, speed hence, o lone white swans Last Line: At the ringing of christ's bell. Alternate Author Name(s): Macleod, Fiona Subject(s): Bells; Birds; Death; Jesus Christ; Mythology - Celtic; Swans; Dead, The | ||||||||
Speed hence, speed hence, O lone white swans, Across the wind-sprent foam; The wave shall be your father now, And the wind alone shall kiss your brow, And the waste be your home. Speed hence, speed hence, O lone white swans, Your age-long quest to make; Three hundred years on Moyle's wild breast, Three hundred years on the wilder west, Three hundred years on this lake. Speed hence, speed hence, O lone white swans, And Lir shall call in vain For all his aching heart and tears, For all the weariness of his years, Ye shall not come again. Speed hence, speed hence, O lone white swans, Till the ringing of Christ's bell; Then at the last ye shall have rest, And Death shall take ye to his breast At the ringing of Christ's bell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY |
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