by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931)

Like a ghost I am gone
Language: English 
In the wan, mistful morning to Ocean's wild gales
Afar from her scorning I loose my black sails;
For my kiss was scarce cold on her cheek when she turned
And my love for the gold of a renegade spurned.

Under cloud chill and pallid, while hollow winds moan,
Lies alas! our green-valleyed, purple-peaked Innishowen;
For as if my sad case she were sharing to-day,
All her glory and grace she hides weeping away.

Farewell, Lake of Shadows! Buncrana, farewell
To your thymy sea meadows, your fern-fluttering dell!
Adieu, Donegal! o'er the waters death wan,
Under Heaven's heavy pall, like a ghost I am gone.

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Researcher for this text: Mike Pearson

This text was added to the website: 2016-09-13
Line count: 12
Word count: 105