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Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920.

J. M. Synge1871–1909

To the Oaks of Glencree

MY arms are round you, and I lean

Against you, while the lark

Sings over us, and golden lights, and green

Shadows are on your bark.

There’ll come a season when you’ll stretch

Black boards to cover me;

Then in Mount Jerome I will lie, poor wretch,

With worms eternally.