Andrew Lang

Here you will find the Poem Ballades V - Of His Choice of a Sepulchre of poet Andrew Lang

Ballades V - Of His Choice of a Sepulchre

HERE I ?d come when weariest! 
 Here the breast 
Of the Windberg?s tufted over 
Deep with bracken; here his crest 
 Takes the west, 
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover. 
 
Silent here are lark and plover; 
 In the cover 
Deep below, the cushat best 
Loves his mate, and croons above 
 O?er their nest, 
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover. 
 
Bring me here, Life?s tired-out guest, 
 To the blest 
Bed that waits the weary rover,? 
Here should failure be confest; 
 Ends my quest, 
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover! 
 
ENVOY

Friend, or stranger kind, or lover, 
Ah, fulfil a last behest, 
 Let me rest 
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover!