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Greacen021

The Hollow Voices

Doom says the lead—ribbed sky,
Doom cries the angry bird.
Doom says the crooked house,
Doom cries the empty word,

As my true love and I were walking,
Were walking one fine winter’s morning
We heard the voices, hollow-mocking voices
But we wouldn't listen wouldn't,
Wouldn’t listen...

Doom says the valley thunder,
Doom cries the biting sleet,
Doom says the twisted spire,
Doom cries the vacant heart.

But my true love and I were kissing
Upon that fine frosted morning.
We heard the hollow, hollow voices,
But we wouldn't listen, woudn’t, wouldn't
listen.

Coverage: 
19 Jan
Citation: 
Linen Hall Library, "Greacen021", Northern Ireland Literary Archive, accessed Thu, 12/03/2020 - 11:34, https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen021