Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DEIRDRE'S LAMENT FOR THE SONS OF USNACH, by ANONYMOUS First Line: The lions of the hill are gone Last Line: "dig the grave and make it ready, / lay me on my true love's body" Subject(s): Deirdre;red Branch Knights (ireland) | ||||||||
The lions of the hill are gone, And I am left alone -- alone -- Dig the grave both wide and deep, For I am sick, and fain would sleep! The falcons of the wood are flown, And I am left alone -- alone -- Dig the grave both deep and wide, And let us slumber side by side. The dragons of the rock are sleeping, Sleep that wakes not for our weeping: Dig the grave and make it ready; Lay me on my true Love's body. Lay their spears and bucklers bright By the warriors' sides aright; Many a day the Three before me On their linked bucklers bore me. Lay upon the low grave floor, 'Neath each head, the blue claymore; Many a time the noble Three Redden'd those blue blades for me. Lay the collars, as is meet, Of their greyhounds at their feet; Many a time for me have they Brought the tall red deer to bay Oh! to hear my true Love singing, Sweet as sound of trumpets ringing: Like the sway of ocean swelling Roll'd his deep voice round our dwelling. Oh! to hear the echoes pealing Round our green and fairy sheeling, When the Three, with soaring chorus, Pass'd the silent skylark o'er us. Echo now, sleep, morn and even -- Lark alone enchant the heaven! -- Ardan's lips are scant of breath, -- Neesa's tongue is cold in death. Stag, exult on glen and mountain -- Salmon, leap from loch to fountain -- Heron, in the free air warm ye -- Usnach's Sons no more will harm ye! Erin's stay no more you are, Rulers of the ridge of war; Never more 'twill be your fate To keep the beam of battle straight. Woe is me! by fraud and wrong -- Traitors false and tyrants strong -- Fell Clan Usnach, bought and sold, For Barach's feast and Conor's gold! Woe to Eman, roof and wall! -- Woe to Red Branch, hearth and hall! -- Tenfold woe and black dishonour To the false and foul Clan Conor! Dig the grave both wide and deep, Sick I am, and fain would sleep! Dig the grave and make it ready, Lay me on my true Love's body. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest..."'TIS MIDNIGHT, AND THE SETTING SUN" by ANONYMOUS "'TWAS ROLLOG, AND THE MINIM POTES" by ANONYMOUS 1648 : FOR COSSACKS by ANONYMOUS A CHERRY YEAR / A MERRY YEAR by ANONYMOUS A COMET FROM THE RHYMERS' CLUB AFAR by ANONYMOUS "A FOX, A FOX, UP GALLANTS TO THE FIELDS" by ANONYMOUS A HORSE AND A FLEA AND THREE BLIND MICE by ANONYMOUS "A LAIRD, A LORD / A COOPER, A THIEF" by ANONYMOUS A LITTLE COCK SPARROW SAT ON A GREEN TREE by ANONYMOUS |
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