How mournful is the Couroughs cry
How darkly silent stands the hall
Now no hounds hunt across the sky
And silence on the mound doth fall.
Once where slept the hosts of light
Once where poets saw
Great lords clothed in armour bright
There’s nothing any more.
The summer lands now have no king
The apple isle has lost its lord
With grief the tower of glass doth ring
No great ships in the clouds are moored.
Now empty stands the heavens wain
Now no bones lie in hallowed ground
Now no great rider rides the plain
For vanished is the king most brave.
From all immortal lands he’s past
From all the realms of myth been torn
The looked for time has come at last
In mortal lands a child is born.
Beautiful Cluthin! Deeply moving! Thank you!
I agree. Elegiac classic poetry. !!!!!
I love the last verse. beautiful ,,,
so sad we have lost so much
and no one really cares
Very good poetry, it's to bad that we lost such a great man.
That's a good one!