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