Poems (Young)/A Lament
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A LAMENT.
There's no light in the house to-night, ochone! and no fire there.White ashes where the red were, and a heart undone.My love was in it once with candles lighted;Ochone! ochone! its dark and lone to-night.
'Twas from that house my boy went out to the battle,'Twas there they laid him when the fight was over and lost:There were few to raise the caoine for the man that led them.Ochone for my child! ochone for the Chief! Ochone!
Last night I crossed the bog of gleaming watersAnd the Red Wind followed me and shrieked aloud;But I prayed till God rebuked it into silence:Ochone! I have the silence and my dead.