 | Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) |  |
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THE SHADOW
“Do you hear the calling, Mary, down by the sea?
Who is it callin', yonder, callin' to me?
Last night a shadow came up to the rowantree,
And Muirnean, it whispered, Muirnean, I'm waiting for thee!
Who is it callin', yonder, callin' to me?
Last night a shadow came up to the rowantree,
And Muirnean, it whispered, Muirnean, I'm waiting for thee!
“Do you hear the calling, Mary, down by the shore?
Who is it callin', yonder, callin' sore?
Last night I came in from the rowan an' shut the door,
But some one without kept whisperin' the same thing o'er and o'er.
Who is it callin', yonder, callin' sore?
Last night I came in from the rowan an' shut the door,
But some one without kept whisperin' the same thing o'er and o'er.
“Do you hear the calling, Mary, here, close by?
Who is it callin', whisperin', here, so nigh?
Give me my shawl, Mary, an' don't whimper an' cry:
I'm going out into the night, just to look at the sky.”
Who is it callin', whisperin', here, so nigh?
Give me my shawl, Mary, an' don't whimper an' cry:
I'm going out into the night, just to look at the sky.”
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Mary—Mary—Mary—wailed the wind wearily:
Mary—Mary—Mary—wailed the rain in the tree:
One! Two! Three! ticked the clock—One! Two! Three!
Out in the darkness rose the calling of the sea.
Mary—Mary—Mary—wailed the rain in the tree:
One! Two! Three! ticked the clock—One! Two! Three!
Out in the darkness rose the calling of the sea.
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