<> Greacen021 Unpublished Poems Greacen Estate 19 Jan Linen Hall Library Wednesday, March 16, 2016 TIFF Greacen021 Manuscript The hollow voices English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen021 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Greacen021_0.jpg LHL Archive 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. Text