 | Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) |  |
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THE LAMENT OF IAN THE PROUD
What is this crying that I hear in the wind?Is it the old sorrow and the old grief?
Or is it a new thing coming, a whirling leaf
About the grey hair of me who am weary and blind?
I know not what it is, but on the moor above the shore
There is a stone which the purple nets of the heather bind,
And thereon is writ: She will return no more.
O blown whirling leaf,
And the old grief,
And wind crying to me who am old and blind!
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