Item Dublin Coretag:https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/node/%25/atom2024-03-29T09:10:50+00:00adminniwa@bt48.com1321Greacen021Wednesday, July 20, 2016 - 19:17Unpublished PoemsGreacen Estate19 JanLinen Hall LibraryWednesday, March 16, 2016TIFFGreacen021ManuscriptThe hollow voicesEnglishhttps://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen021Linen Hall LibraryLinen Hall LibraryAttribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SAhttps://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Greacen021_0.jpgThe 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.
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