And she calls at night her murderer's name,
And will call for evermore,
Till the huge rocks melt in doomsday flame,
By wild Kilbrannon shore.
——R. D. Joyce.
THE GREEN DOVE AND THE RAVEN
There was a dove with wings of green,
And she calls at night her murderer's name,
And will call for evermore,
Till the huge rocks melt in doomsday flame,
By wild Kilbrannon shore.
——R. D. Joyce.
There was a dove with wings of green,