Dalua

I have heard you calling, Dalua,

Dalua!

I have heard you on the hill,

By the pool-side still,

Where the lapwings shrill

Dalua... Dalua... Dalua!

What is it you call, Dalua,

Dalua!

When the rains fall,

When the mists crawl,

And the curlews call

Dalua... Dalua... Dalua!

I am the Fool, Dalua,

Dalua!

When men hear me, their eyes

Darken: the shadow in the skies

Droops: and the keening-woman cries

Dalua... Dalua... Dalua!