A Woman of the Mountain keens her Son

1] Grief on the death, it has blackened my heart:
2] lt has snatched my love and left me desolate,
3] Without friend or companion under the roof of my house
4] But this sorrow in the midst of me, and I keening.
5] As I walked the mountain in the evening
6] The birds spoke to me sorrowfully,
7] The sweet snipe spoke and the voiceful curlew
8] Relating to me that my darling was dead.
9] I called to you and your voice I heard not,
10] I called again and I got no answer,
11] I kissed your mouth, and O God how cold it was!
12] Ah, cold is your bed in the, lonely churchyard.
13] O green-sodded grave in which my child is,
14] Little narrow grave, since you are his bed,
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15] My blessing on you, and thousands of blessings
16] On the green sods that are over my treasure.
17] Grief on the death, it cannot be denied,
18] It lays low, green and withered together,—
19] And O gentle little son, what tortures me is
20] That your fair body should be making clay !