Throughout a period of time.
1And the light blue smoke of even o'er the darksome forests fell-
2So, the corse in wagon thrown, with no decent cover o'er it-
3That dipped so light and gracefully as o'er the lake I passed.
4And they thrill, as they spill in a rill, o'er my soul:
5To one that o'er him long had watched, in reverence and alone.
6And o'er each black and bearded face the white or crimson shawl-
7While o'er him in an Irish hand there sweeps his Syrian steel-
8I may have to wander for weeks o'er the face of England.
9Up my lads and lift the ledgers, sleep and ease are o'er.
10And vases with rich odour fill'd, that o'er the couch of death
11Its booming tones were soft and sweet, and echoed o'er their hills
12Then soothly shall we make merry o'er butts of good October brewing.
13Yet one line more, And then my work for to-day is o'er.
14Twatt, that Norse blood i' thy veins is o'er full o' freets.
15Heaven is here-hereon this bridal field of Ardath, o'er-canopiedwith stars!
16In the silence of the night time when turmoils and strife are o'er.