From R.L. Stevenson's Songs of Travel. For background see Lust, Vengeance, Exile & Loss.
Bright is the Ring of Words
by R.L. Stevenson
Bright is the ring of words
When the right man rings them,
Fair the fall of songs
When the singer sings them.
Still they are carolled and said -
On wings they are carried -
After the singer is dead
And the maker buried.
Low as the singer lies
In the field of heather,
Songs of his fashion bring
The swains together.
And when the west is red
With the sunset embers,
The lover lingers and sings
And the maid remembers.
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