 | The violet crown by Sir Rennell Rodd |  |
His mother from the village comes like a thing bereft,
And wanders round the hollow hills through the eyries of the Klepht,
And ‘Have you seen my Dimos, have you seen my bonny son,
Who wore the Aga's pistols and the silver-mounted gun?
My curse on you black mountain, dark gorge and river-bed,
You took my Dimos living, and you hide him from me dead!’
And wanders round the hollow hills through the eyries of the Klepht,
And ‘Have you seen my Dimos, have you seen my bonny son,
Who wore the Aga's pistols and the silver-mounted gun?
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You took my Dimos living, and you hide him from me dead!’
| The violet crown by Sir Rennell Rodd | |