William Gay

(1812 - 1897 / England)

Dirge - Poem by William Gay

Cauld, cauld she lies where snaws are deep
And bitter blaws the muirland win',
And over her grave the icy stars
Are keepin' watch abune.
But braw, O braw, the blooms that deck
The grave where he that lo'ed her lies,
And saftly blaws the simmer breeze,
And cloudless are the skies.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 6, 2012

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