My arms are round you, and I lean
Against you, while the lark
Sings over us, and golden lights, and green
Shadows are on your bark.
There'll come a season when you'll stretch
Black boards to cover me:
Then in Mount Jerome I will lie, poor wretch,
With worms eternally.
I am busy working to bring J.M. Synge's "To the Oaks of Glencree" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
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