Here you will find the Poem The Song of poet Roderic Quinn
I SANG of the sun on the waters, And then of the wind in the wood; And the people hearkened my singing And said that the song was good. I sang of the sheep on the mountains, And then of the thrush on the hill; And the people hearkened my singing And said it was better still. I sang of the bliss of lovers, And then of their hopes that fall; And the people hearkened my singing And said it was best of all. For the song that is loved of the people, And sought since the world began, Is the sad and beautiful music Of the loves and sorrows of Man.
