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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LAMENT OF AIDEEN FOR OSCAR, by JOHN TODHUNTER Poet's Biography
First Line: The sere woods are quailing
Last Line: We are fallen for ever.
Subject(s): Lament
First Line: The sere woods are quailing
Last Line: We are fallen for ever.
Subject(s): Lament
THE sere woods are quailing
In the wind of their sorrow,
Their keen they might borrow
From the voice of my wailing.
My bed's the cold stone
By the dark-flowing river:
Ochone-a-rie! Ochone!
Thou art gone, and for ever!
Ah! why didst thou love me
But to leave me despairing,
My anguish out-staring
The bleak heavens above me?
I lie all alone
Where hope's morning comes never:
Ochone-a-rie! Ochone!
I have lost thee for ever!
The dumb grave mocks my raving.
From the dead comes no token,
Where thy good sword lies broken.
Thou art cold to my craving.
We may lie down and moan,
But our champion wakes never:
Ochone-a-rie! Ochone!
We are fallen for ever.
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