Poem by Clinton Scollard

The Wind of Mourne

  The wind of Mourne comes over the hill,
    Over the hill with a trill of song,
  And the word of the wind sets my heart athrill,--
    "Though life is brief, yet love is long!"

  I seek my sweet where the roses stir,
    And the stars overhead are a marching throng,
  And this is the tale that I tell to her,--
    "Though life is brief, yet love is long!"

1. The Spectral Rowers
2. Night by the Sea
3. The Mist and the Sea
4. The Hill of Maeve
5. The Tides

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