She Weeps over Rahoon

Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling,

Where my dark lover lies.

Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling,

At grey moonrise.

Love, hear

How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling,

Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling,

Then as now.

Dark too our hearts,

O love, shall lie and

As his sad heart has

Under the moongrey nettles, the black

And muttering rain.