Poesy

Hanrahan Reproves the Curlew

O, curlew, cry no more in the air,Or only to the waters in the West;Because your crying brings to my mindPassion-dimmed eyes and long heavy hairThat was shaken out over my breast:There is enough evil in the crying of wind.

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