I stood one day in the sparse tree wood
Where the she-oaks groan
In the heat of the day I stood
My demeanour all alone
The trees rang out their plangency –
The heat eddying some distant moans
The heat pervading all of me
The matter at heart
Was all my mind that day could see
As the words rang out my soul fell dark
We put to bed
one of our best, a hero, a lover and a lark.
