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The Mountainy Singer

TWILIGHT FALLEN

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Twilight fallen white and cold, Child in cradle, lamb in fold; Glimmering thro’ the ghostly trees, Gemini and Pleiades. Wounds of Eloim, Weep on me! Black-winged vampires flitting by, Curlews crying in the sky; Grey mists wreathing from the ground, Wrapping rath and burial mound. Wounds of Eloim, Weep on me! Heard, like some sad Gaelic strain, Ocean’s ancient voice in pain; Darkness folding hill and wood, Sorrow drinking at my blood. Wounds of Eloim, Weep on me!

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