Poem by Andrew Lang

Bion

The wail of Moschus on the mountains crying
  The Muses heard, and loved it long ago;
They heard the hollows of the hills replying,
  They heard the weeping water's overflow;
They winged the sacred strain--the song undying,
  The song that all about the world must go, -
When poets for a poet dead are sighing,
  The minstrels for a minstrel friend laid low.

And dirge to dirge that answers, and the weeping
  For Adonais by the summer sea,
The plaints for Lycidas, and Thyrsis (sleeping
  Far from 'the forest ground called Thessaly'),
These hold thy memory, Bion, in their keeping,
  And are but echoes of the moan for thee.

1. Ballade of the Midnight Forest
2. Dizain
3. The Laird of Waristoun
4. Scythe Song
5. Ballade of Amoureuse

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