The Isles of Loch Awe and Other Poems of my Youth With Sixteen Illustrations. By Philip Gilbert Hamerton |
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A ruined church, whose broken walls
Crown the isle where dead men lie,
Low and open to the sky,
When the rain of winter falls
They cannot keep its pavement dry.
Crown the isle where dead men lie,
Low and open to the sky,
When the rain of winter falls
They cannot keep its pavement dry.
Underneath tall weeds and rank,
Lie the dead in quiet sleep,
Circled by the stormy deep,
Where a mighty swimmer sank,
Leaving one alone to weep,
Lie the dead in quiet sleep,
Circled by the stormy deep,
Where a mighty swimmer sank,
Leaving one alone to weep,
On this island long ago,
Ere the ancient church was built,
Victim of a traitor's guilt,
Causing innocent blood to flow—
Blood most innocently spilt!
Ere the ancient church was built,
Victim of a traitor's guilt,
Causing innocent blood to flow—
Blood most innocently spilt!
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