Lyra Celtica; An Anthology of Representative Celtic Poetry
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X 322 LYRA CELTICA All feebly as a child would go Her bleeding feet dragged by, Blood-red upon the white, white snow I saw her footprints lie ; And some one shrieked to see her so — God knows if it was I !
Upon her body, all in black, Fell down her red-gold hair ; All bruised and bleeding from the rack Her writhen arms hung bare ; Red blood dripped all along her track, Red blood seemed in the air.
The while they told her deeds of shame.
She, resting in the snow, Stretched out weak hands tovirar...d the flame.
Watched the sparks upward go.
Till on the pale pinched face there came Some of the red fire's glow.
Oh, is it blood that blinds mine eyes.
Or is it driving snow?
And are these but the wild wind's cries That drive me to and fro.
That beat about mine ears and rise Wherever I may go?
It 's red and black on Castle Hill !
The people go to pray, A little wind sighs on, until The ashes float away ; And then God's earth is very still.
For this is Christmas Day.
RICCARDO STEPHENS 323 A Ballad.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
X 322 LYRA CELTICA All feebly as a child would go Her bleeding feet dragged by, Blood-red upon the white, white snow I saw her footprints lie ; And some one shrieked to see her so — God knows if it was I !
Upon her body, all in black, Fell down her red-gold hair ; All bruised and bleeding from the rack Her writhen arms hung bare ; Red blood dripped all along her track, Red blood seemed in the air.
The while they told her deeds of shame.
She, resting in the snow, Stretched out weak hands tovirar...d the flame.
Watched the sparks upward go.
Till on the pale pinched face there came Some of the red fire's glow.
Oh, is it blood that blinds mine eyes.
Or is it driving snow?
And are these but the wild wind's cries That drive me to and fro.
That beat about mine ears and rise Wherever I may go?
It 's red and black on Castle Hill !
The people go to pray, A little wind sighs on, until The ashes float away ; And then God's earth is very still.
For this is Christmas Day.
RICCARDO STEPHENS 323 A Ballad.
What to read after Lyra Celtica; An Anthology of Representative Celtic Poetry?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Sharp William to read onlineMoreLess
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