From 'Lonesome Bar' Poem by Tom McInnes

From 'Lonesome Bar'



YET oft, to hear the echoes ring and stir
That vacant valley like a dulcimer,
I flung her name against the naked hills,
And crimsoned all the air with thoughts of her.

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