(After Heine)

Through the lonely mountain land
There rode a cavalier.
"Oh ride I to my darling's arms,
Or to the grave so drear?"
The Echo answered clear,
"The grave so drear."

So onward rode the cavalier
And clouded was his brow.
"If now my hour be truly come,
Ah well, it must be now!"
The Echo answered low,
"It must be now."

(C) Arthur Conan Doyle
03/11/2020


Best Poems of Arthur Conan Doyle

• The End
• The Inner Room
• The Frontier Line
• A Ballad Of The Ranks
• With The Chiddingfolds
• The Old Gray Fox
• The Old Huntsman
• The Empire
• Master
• Night Voices
• Darkness
• The Wanderer
• The Farnshire Cup
• Mind And Matter
• The Passing
• A Lilt Of The Road
• Empire Builders