John Millington Synge

(16 April 1871 - 24 March 1909 / Newtown Villas, Rathfarnham, County Dublin)

To The Oaks Of Glencree - Poem by John Millington Synge

MY arms are round you, and I lean
Against you, while the lark
Sings over us, and golden lights, and green
Shadows are on your bark.

There'll come a season when you'll stretch
Black boards to cover me;
Then in Mount Jerome I will lie, poor wretch,
With worms eternally.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 17, 2010



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