A TRAGEDY
by: Arthur Conan Doyle
(1859-1930)
- HO'S that walking on the moorland?
- Who's that moving on the hill?
- They are passing 'mid the bracken,
- But the shadows grow and blacken
- And I cannot see them clearly on the hill.
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- Who's that calling on the moorland?
- Who's that crying on the hill?
- Was it bird or was it human,
- Was it child, or man, or woman,
- Who was calling so sadly on the hill?
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- Who's that running on the moorland?
- Who's that flying on the hill?
- He is there -- and there again,
- But you cannot see him plain,
- For the shadow lies so darkly on the hill.
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- What's that lying in the heather?
- What's that lurking on the hill?
- My horse will go no nearer,
- And I cannot see it clearer,
- But there's something that is lying on the hill.
"A Tragedy" is reprinted
from Songs of Action. A. Conan Doyle. London: John Murray,
1916. |
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