Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn?
Where may the grave of that good man be?--
By the side of a spring, on the breast of Helvellyn,
Under the twigs of a young birch tree!
The oak that in summer was sweet to hear,
And rustled its leaves in the fall of the year,
And whistled and roared in the winter alone,
Is gone,--and the birch in its stead is grown.--
The Knight's bones are dust,
And his good sword rust;--
His soul is with the saints, I trust.
It certainly makes you want to know more about the saintly knight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Famous piece of poetry... By son of minister of the 18th century Real 'Taylor of Stanzas...' We no longer have Knights Our Knights are g**s Lost in earths' paradise... Sinking in drugs... Searching how to destroy facts Abolishing from history Well documented genocides...