O, curlew, cry no more in the air, Or only to the waters in the West; Because your crying brings to my mind Passion-dimmed eyes and long heavy hair That was shaken out over my breast: There is enough evil in the crying of wind.
Song Cycle by Lawrence Gilman (1878 - 1939)
?. The curlew  [sung text not yet checked]
- by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939), "O'Sullivan Rua to the Curlew" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "O chiurlo, più non gridare all'aria", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: David K. Smythe